#then just starting college while working thank god I was able to move out and my mom moved back to Kentucky

[cordeliawhohung]

Core, what about a bit of competition with ps! Gaz? Some new girl who think's she's already the darling of the studio takes a liking to Gaz, but finds out about his ties with reader.

The one time she gets to film with Gaz, she overplays her role and absolutely covers his neck, collar, shoulder, everything with hickeys, hoping it will deter the reader.

So imagine her shock when the next day, she pops into his dressing room and finds the reader in there as well, applying foundation over the marks and littered with dozens from Gaz himself. ❤️

(I realize how dumb this sounds as an ask but it's been rotting my brain for days and I desperately need it gone so I can focus on my college classes 😭)

thanks this has also been rotting my brain because i just love putting people in their place (: more ps!gaz here <3

The crux of your ass sits in perfect place on Kyle's thighs while your legs straddle the expanse of his hips. Warm hands rest on your waist as you manhandle his jaw, tilting his head side to side to get better access to his neck. Thick, round hickeys litter the delicate skin around his throat and down to his shoulders in angry, red pinpoint marks that break the beautiful and even tone of his skin with something revolting. They look like proper bruises rather than the after effects of a... wild video shoot. As if someone had tried to strangle him rather than make love to him.

You remember the video well, along with that new model with her fake blonde hair and even faker tan that they had paired Kyle with to shoot the other day. You had only seen her in person one time, and you vividly recall the way her blue eyes rolled over your body, assessing every inch of you before ultimately deciding you were worth very little time. Confidence was a must when you worked in the porn industry, but her attitude borders on an arrogance you haven't seen since your teenage years in public school.

As you apply yellow color corrector onto the dark marks on his skin, you nearly shiver as the images of her stained lips suckling on Kyle's neck flood your mind. There was little room to feel jealousy about her ravaging your favorite co-star when you were too busy cringing. So childish. Over zealous. You nearly cried tears of laughter when you noticed Kyle's expression, grimacing at the wet tongue and annoying teeth that nipped at him, yet still having to pretend to enjoy it. Even the comments on the video joked about it.

Put him back with the other model.

"If I didn't know any better, I would have thought someone tried to strangle you," you tease.

"She might as well have," Kyle sighs. He adjusts his shoulders against the back of the chair, bare pecs flexing with the movement, bringing your attention to the uncovered marks that line his collarbone. "Haven't been able to go out in public without a goddamn turtleneck 'cause of her."

You chuckle as you finish applying and buffing out the rest of the color corrector along his skin. It leaves him looking sickly and discolored, which oddly enough is an improvement to what it looked like before. Setting the corrector to the side, you grab foundation next, hips swaying as you attempt to get some movement in your aching knees. Holding that position for so long without moving had them burning with fatigue.

"Need a break, doll?" Kyle prompts, hands sliding from your waist to your thighs.

"Don't know if we have time for a break. Got a lot of ground to cover before we start," you humor.

Kyle sits forward, throwing you off balance, yet he doesn't let you sway very far before his arms wrap around you, hands supporting your back. Adoring eyes crease as a grin floods his face. Even without the aid of studio lights he glows like a god as he leans closer and places a kiss on your neck.

"Show can't start without us," he says, teeth grazing your skin as he wanders down to your collarbone. "Could always give you a few hickeys to match, if you want."

He doesn't wait for you to answer before his tongue glides across your clavicles just for his teeth to follow right after. A chuckle rumbles in his chest at the tightening of your legs around his hips, and his hands only pull you closer. It doesn't take much for you to give in. Head rolling back, muscles melting as his lips conquer everything you're willing to give him. It's a delicate softness mixed with a brutal bite, something that leaves you gasping as he pulls the very air from your lungs and feeds on the sounds.

Kyle is more starved for you than usual. Sick of the fake, over dramatic screeching he got last week with that other model, he's hungry for the real thing. Hungry for you.

The unopened foundation falls free from your loose fingers and rolls along the floor into some forgotten corner when his hands wander underneath your shirt. It's a dance he has memorized; unclasping your bra without a second thought and tearing both it and your shirt off in a single, swift motion. He gives you little time to recover before his mouth is on your tits, kissing a sparse trail until he's rolling a perky nipple between his lips.

His bare skin feels like heaven underneath the palm of your hands as you grip his shoulders for stability. He'd take you on the cold, dressing room floors, you knew he would. A part of you wanted him to. Fuck the shoot, they should've learned well enough to put cameras in the dressing rooms by that point with how handsy Kyle Garrick always was with you.

"Can't wait until we get on set to try and undo me?" you ask breathlessly.

"Doll, I'll undo you right here and then again on set if you asked me to," he mumbles into your skin.

A quiet squeak interrupts your moment and the ambiance of the room shifts when the door to Kyle's dressing room opens. His hands grow stiff against your spine as you look over your shoulder at the figure in the doorway. You smell her perfume before you recognize her. Something drowning and floral, like a mall department store. It burns your nose, yet you're too distracted by the slack-mouth surprise etched onto the features of the new blood's face.

It's cute; her confusion. How her eyes flicker over your bare back and Kyle's hands pressed against your skin like he's cradling the only thing he cares for in the world. The dots just can't quite connect in her mind as to why he hasn't completely fallen for her yet, as if the only way she knows how to lure men is by butchering their neck with discolored marks. She can't comprehend why he'd rather have you in his lap than her.

Kyle draws a shocked groan from you when his teeth nip at your shoulder, and your eyes have no choice but to fall away from the woman in the doorway as he pulls you closer to him. His chin gently rests on your shoulder as he stares at the model, hands moving to rest on your hips.

"Need somethin?" he asks, bored.

There is very little you wouldn't have given to see the look on her face, but the small huff followed by the door slamming shut is good enough. Small giggles rattle your body as you lean back to get a better look at Kyle, as if your body would throw a fit if he wasn't within your sight. There's an inexplicable relief that floods his face as he looks up at you, and he mirrors your smile.

"What?" he defends. "Only asked her if she needed somethin."

"I think you broke her heart," you patronize.

"She'll live," he mumbles, lips falling against the crook of your neck again. "Your heart is the only one I care about, anyway."

#pornstar!gaz #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader smut #cod smut #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x reader smut #f!reader

[nappingpaperclip]

does anyone else feel like they’ve never been not stressed out??

like idk…I’ve been chronically stressed since I became conscious. I grew up in an incredibly stressful environment. ever since I moved out I’ve been stressed about school or work or housing or just finding food . There is always something. I’ve never had a break from stress that lasted longer than a day or two. does anyone else relate? what am I supposed to do about this

#not to trauma dump [voice of a guy who’s abt to trauma dump in the tags] but #growing up under incredible stress has probably fucked me up forever so idk what to do anymore #constant screaming/fighting and like not a lot but sometimes domestic violence #also like. being incredibly poor. and living in a hoarder house #animal hoarding #being incredibly medically and emotionally and otherwiseneglected #alongside neglected animals. dealing with unresolved flea infestations #forcibly enrolled into advanced academic stuff and unable to drop out even when my mental health could not take it #like it literally took an emergency room visit to convince my mom to let me drop out and even then I had to spend months playing catch up b #something they don’t tell you about trying to kys and going to a ward is most of your teachers won’t excuse ur missing work or care at all #also got outed to my mom by the mental hospital #sorry to trauma dump I just idk. my life sucks lol and no therapist I’ve ever gone to has actually cared or listened to everything I’ve bee #thruough #oh and I got groomed. awesomesauce #then graduated hs during 2020 right at the beginning of the pandemic 💔 #a couple years go by bc I’m too busy with my coworkers raging psychological warfare on me lol and my ex roommate trying to kick us out #then just starting college while working thank god I was able to move out and my mom moved back to Kentucky #but now I am just starving and I no longer have food stamps and idk I just 💔 working and going to college is so hard and I’m not even full #time if either rn #but I also fell out with literally my only close friend recently so yea. #life just feels like one big test that I keep failing over and over again #like idk how am I supposed to be normal or live a normal life after all I’ve been through. I’ve seen enough!! #the world just has always and continues to look so bleak and cruel to me #idk. idk. #maybe I’m just doomed by the narrative #trauma dumping #vent #.txt #typing it all out and reading it like this makes me idk. it doesn’t look so bad when I reread it like I think I’m just being dramatic idk #ripping out mt hair I just want to be normal

[just-a-jock]

Happy late Halloween. I hope you guys enjoy this Halloween special. Aaron miller is my favorite fitness influencer and always want to use him in story’s but always want to save him for something good. I ended up saying fuck it and writing the below. Let me know if you like it!

ROOMMATE CLONESTUME (Halloween Special)

You would think having a fitness influencer as a college roommate would be like winning the lottery. Being able to see pieces of eye candy almost every day, almost practically shirtless all the time, but it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. You see Aaron Miller was your typical douchebag straight jock bro behind the camera. Always calling me fag but always saying he’s just joking and I need to toughen up. Of course, you would never catch him like that on camera, always playing like the fun-loving jock goofball. Thankfully he’s leaving tonight to go to some stupid Halloween party at the frat house.

“Yo fag! How do I look” I hear his voice call from the living room

“Fucking hot right! All the chicks are gonna be all over me begging from some of this Miller cock” he said while smirking and flexing in front of the full-length mirror in the living room

“Yeah I’m sure they will Aaron” I reply while rolling my eyes and begging he would leave soon.

“You know some other frat across campus invited me to their Halloween but I already promised my bro I’m going to Alpha Omegas party. Feel free to accept my invite”

"I think I'm good, I got to finish my term paper but I guess thanks" I replied thinking it weird why he would think I would somehow fit in at a frat party

“Well, bro the invite is in my room and feel free to use last year's costume.. might be a bit big haha. Anyway gotta go before the good Pus gets taken” Aaron said taking one last pic for his IG story and heading out

“Thank god, I can finally work on my paper,” I said heading to my room. I walk by Aaron’s room and notice his door ever so slightly open. I ended up looking in and seeing a paper which I assumed was the invite lying on his messy bed next to what seemed to be the black Spiderman suit he wore last year for Halloween.

“Wow, did he really think I was gonna put that on” I say as I continue to walk further into the room the scent of stale gym clothes and musky axe cologne lingered in the air.

As I get closer to the bed I keep looking back and forth from the costume and the letter. I don’t know why but I ended up grabbing the costume something about it was calling me. The silky satin feeling of the spandex with the scent of stain sweat and beer, most likely from last year's party. “Maybe I should try it on” I whisper under my breath.

I start to undress myself in Aaron’s room until I’m standing in just my briefs. I look around feeling kinda risqué in his room half naked, but something felt right about putting this one. I slowly start to unzip the costume looking into the dark interior. As I started to put on the costume I could immediately tell it was quite a few sizes too big and especially since Aaron had worn it previously certain areas were stretched out more than usual. I slowly start to pull the costume up my body as I get halfway to putting it on something feels wrong

“No no why am I doing this I need to work on my paper” I say snapping out of the hazy confusion but as soon as I try to take off the suit I knew something was wrong

“What the fuck” The rest of the suit starts to climb up my slim body and sticking to any skin it touches. I tried to remove it, but the suit just snapped back almost like a second skin. “STOP” I scream as it continues to travel upwards my body covering all the way up until it reaches my neck. I soon hear the noise of a zipper closing and a cold feeling riding up my back. I immediately reached backwards trying to catch the self-moving zipper before it closed all the way, but I was too late as soon as I grabbed the zipper head I felt it disappear from my hand as the suit started to close up leaving no seam behind.

“What the fuck is this, how does this happen” I continue trying to take off the suit but it just gets tighter and tighter until a moment where I lose control. “What..” my body starts to move slowly by itself it feels like I lost control of anything the suit has encompassed. I start to move towards Aaron’s nightstand, grab the remote to his TV and turn it on. I was immediately blasted with the audio and imagined Aaron almost like he was starting off one of his annoying Instagram videos.

“What is going on PEEEOPLES! Or should I say fag” he said chuckling to himself at the uncreative nickname he has bestowed upon me.

“WHAT THE FUCK AARON WHAT IS THIS” I scream at the tv as my body stands still disobeying my mind.

“ you’re probably going “what the fuck Aaron?” or some shit like that but no bother bro, this is all recorded. No one to help you now haha. You see I was tired of having some fuck ass roommate that I couldn’t share anything with so I looked online and found this powder with some special powers. I sprinkled it on my old costume and all I had to do was wait for the next person to wear it. I knew you would be tempted. I mean who couldn’t” he says as he flexes his bicep.

“So anyways, I got invited to this banger party and said yes but some other frat also invited me to theirs and like fuck I couldn’t be in two places at once. So I thought and figure maybe you’ll like to go but couldn’t have some loser gay fag representing me so I decided you needed a small makeover. That special powder is gonna make you into me and you won’t even remember ever being your faggy little self. So hope you enjoy the party bro and remember the party is not complete till a girl gets bred.” And with that the TV shut off but before I could react something went over my head shutting my eyes

“Fuck fuck get this off of me” I say noticing that it was a mask probably to complete the stupid Spider-Man costume.

Soon the changes started to happen I felt the suit tighten but at the same time expand. It first started with my feet growing to a large size 14. The changes travelled upwards as my calfs and thighs started to expand giving me tree trunks for legs. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fit in any of my pants anymore. Soon I felt a pain in my stomach like I was kicked by a boxer

“UGH FUCK” I say as I fall on my knees. While I couldn’t see anything under the suit I knew abs started to form one by one leaving an impressive six-pack behind. As I looked down I started to see my chest push out. Creating a shelf right under my head. Two massive pecs now jutted out of my body and now I had to make an effort if I wanted to see any part of my body below my pecs.

The change travelled outwards as the suit forced me to do a double bicep pose typical of what I see Aaron do when he’s back from the gym. Soon my biceps and triceps started to expand like crazy. My muscles became sore as they grew to match his arms exactly.

Lastly, the feeling travelled up to my face and I felt the muscles crack inside my skull and the fat draining from my cheeks. I was screaming in agony until the pain suddenly left.

My body Finally fell down to the ground like a puppet dropped by its owner. I slowly get up and start to remove the mask and notice the zipper has reappeared. I zip the costume just until it hits my waist. My body was sweating from the changes and I needed to know what happened.

I knew Aaron had a mirror in his closet and ran to the door to open it. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was seeing…

An exact copy of him was standing right in the mirror.

“No no, this can’t be… I can’t be him” I say panicking not recognizing my own body in front of me. I tried to figure out what I could do to change back and started to run to my room, but as soon as I reached the door to exit, I came to a sudden halt.

I looked down which was difficult trying to see over these massive pecs and realised I still had the costume on. My eyes widened as my legs started to walk me back to his desk and force me to sit down. I tried to fight back but to no use. I was losing control… soon my arm started to move toward the computer and turning it on

“No wait, stop please” I scream at my unresponsive body but it continued to move on its own.

As the computer turns on a pre-loaded video comes along with it...

YOU ARE AARON MILLER

“NO NO STOP” I scream realizing it was hypnosis

Clips of Aaron flexing and pictures of his body invade the screen between phrases.

YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AARON

FLEX

JOCK

MUSCLE

My eyes started to become glued to the screen against my will. I tried to resist but I couldn’t. Soon I noticed my arms moving again. They move downwards and started to push the costume lower until *pop* my cock bounces out.

“No… please let me go,” I say as the arm reaches for my dick and starts to jack it off slowly at first.

JOCK

BRO

Soon the images changed. More of Aaron joking around with his friends, drinking, partying and working out. Videos of him fucking and breeding girls always started to appear. I knew some of them from school

BRO

DUDE

BREED

Soon the jacking off started to pick up speed as more and more of the hypnosis and reprogramming started to settle in. My brain was trying to fight a losing battle. I was able to gain a small amount of control to see my cock as I noticed it starting to expand. Slowly it lengthened from its original 5 inches hard …. 6…7….8 until I reached a mighty 9 inches. My hand started to lose grip as the girth also started to grow almost not allowing me to fully encompass the cock with one hand. Next, I felt my balls change they started to lower until they fell into a pouch inside the costume that no doubt used to be where the original Aaron had his. They grew larger as my moans started to overshadow the video. I felt a kick in the balls as I knew my old cum was being eaten by the new alpha cum Aaron produces

“Pls… uhhh… stop this” I say with the last residuals of will I had as my arm continued jacking my new cock until it reached near orgasm

“No….”

BREED

“Pls…”

JOCK

“I don’t”

YOU ARE

“Want thi….”

AARON MILLER

“FUUUUUUUCK”

I cum all over my body and my room as I snap out of the horny daze

“Fuck that was good. Now gotta get to that fucking party before someone takes all the good puss”

I get up from the desk and shuffle over to my closet to grab a used cum towel and wipe myself off.

I grab the costume from my waist and pull it all the way up zipping the costume as well. I smirk in the mirror knowing all the chicks are gonna want some of this Miller cock.

The original Aaron’s plan worked perfectly. He now had a complete copy of himself running around breeding and partying. He finally had someone he could share everything with, himself! Of course, people asked questions but he just said it was his twin brother.

#jock #muscle #biceps #hunk #jock tf #nerdtojock #pecs #jock strap #gay to straight

[1d1195]

Dolcezza I

You know me and my need for love at first sight.

This is where I’ll keep her: Dolcezza

Warnings: mostly fluff, mentions of stalking

~5.5k words

Definitely multi-part. This part is mostly from the MC perspective. The very end peeks into Harry's brain and the second part will likely pick up more onto his POV.

Hope you enjoy!

“You really don’t need to trouble yourself,” she promised.

Harry turned pausing by the shelf pressed against the wall. “D’you really want me t’leave?” He asked with a frown. “M’sorry. I jus’... really want t’help you, kitten,” he explained. “S’like I need to. S’almost... compulsive... but I’ll leave if y’want me to.”

“No, I’m totally fine, thank you,” she said into her phone.

“Are you sure?” Eleanor asked. “I can send Louis over.”

“No, no, that’s so unnecessary, El. Really. I’ll be fine.”

She could hear her best friend sigh heavily into the speaker. Eleanor was nearly a thousand miles away. She got a new job and while the benefits and everything about it were great, and would make Eleanor wildly successful, she was sadly away from her platonic soulmate. It was extremely hard to let her go. Worse, Louis would be joining her just as soon as he nailed down a new job out there.

But Louis was around for now, which was a great relief for Eleanor. Her best friend was a lot of things, but aware of how scary her situation wasn’t one of them. Louis knew he was essentially filling as best friend for the time being and he was expected to drop everything to get to her aid if Eleanor said so.

But that would only last so long.

Eleanor didn’t want to think about that right now.

She was carrying a box from her car toward the building. Her shoulder pressing her phone to her ear as best she could. Beside the building was a small little alley where her entry way to her new place resided. As much as it killed her to pay for it, she got a whole moving company to bring her furniture in already so at the rest was pretty standard. Her family, God love them, didn’t even think that she might need some help. If anything, she would have had to bribe them into helping her. Even if it was just for the furniture. If Eleanor was in town she would have helped with the boxes and other stray things she had heaped in her car.

Even with Eleanor’s presence closer, she felt alone. Eleanor had Louis and she would never fault her for that. Louis was everything she would want in a best-friend-in-law. But there was always this element of not fully having Eleanor—not like when they were in college and sharing a dorm room. It was different now. Not bad, but different. Her family was great but a little self-centered at times. Part of the problem, she dropped everything to help them whenever they asked but they rarely returned the favor. She did it all, so why would she need help?

Fortunately, moving allowed her to downsize quite a bit so her mid-sized SUV was able to hold almost all of her boxes in one trip from her storage unit to the new place. Maybe, this even helped her explain away her family’s lack of help.

But her brother was either busy working at the college dispatch center most of the weekend or playing beer pong at a frat party. Her sister was so wrapped up in her high school love life or maybe just being the princess her mom and dad made her out to be by never making her do anything of importance. Her parents were probably waiting on her hand and foot without even realizing. If not, they were probably creating some sort of computer-virus havoc on their home computer that for some reason her sister wouldn’t be able to fix. Or maybe they finally started fixing the kitchen up as they said they would for the last year waiting for their oldest to come home and fix all the little things they broke in the process.

If she thought about it too long, she would get annoyed. Her brother and sister were more than capable of helping and they just didn’t. It drove her nuts. So, at the end of it, she couldn’t bother her family for help. Because it barely felt like they could help themselves.

She was lucky because the alleyway wasn’t creepy. Not even at night. The whole street was a dream come true really. Part of her thought that despite the circumstance, this was actually a much-needed move. It was almost lucky that she found such an amazing place. Her own parking space right out front of the building, a coffee shop—a mere stone’s throw from said parking space—almost everything she needed was within walking distance. It was perfect.

Of course, the best and most wonderful selling point of all was by far that her new apartment was right above an Italian restaurant. It smelled like fresh pasta, garlic, and just the most comforting of scents. It reminded her of Sunday’s making meatballs with her dad and watching sports with her brother and sister.

When her coworker Mitch told her about the place, she thought it was too good to be true. But Mitch knew someone who worked at the restaurant. The owner, Antonio, was looking for a tenant after he informed Mitch’s friend that he was outgrowing the space. It was a generous size. But it was meant for a place to stay and keep watch over the restaurant—max two people and that was pushing it. The little place could not support Antonio, his wife, their first born, and another little one on the way. Four people was too big for this place.

But it was perfect for a girl who loved garlic bread and spaghetti who needed a new place and wouldn’t mind the smell of olive oil all hours of the day.

“How did you find this place?” Eleanor asked, her third-degree questioning tone was present in her voice.

“A friend of a coworker,” Eleanor already knew this.

“Mitch?” She clarified.

“Yes, Mom, Mitch,” she rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know how you can be so blasé about all this. It’s serious!” She reminded her. “I’m not even there to protect you.”

She didn’t need to be protected. She had a restraining order. The police in the area were well aware of the situation and she was almost always at home or traveling one day a week to work. If she ran errands, it was always in public spaces. She only ever worked out at a public female-only gym. Plus, she had given Louis her location. All of it was nearly a non-issue. “I don’t even know how I got a stalker,” she muttered grumpily. The whole thing was an inconvenience. If it wasn’t for Eleanor, she probably wouldn’t have even gotten the restraining order.

“You’re too nice,” Eleanor reminded her.

She sighed, tired of the story. It had been almost a year since the creepy sensation of the guy following her had started. Eleanor had approached him on more than one occasion to get rid of him. But the whole thing seemed like a bigger deal than it needed to be. The guy was basically harmless; if not just a little bit more on the creepy side. He couldn’t take the hint that she wasn’t interested and had a hard time letting go. He kept a huge distance from her—she wasn’t even sure she knew the color of his eyes from how far away he followed her. If he was around, she hardly noticed. “Well, I’m moving to a whole new place now so it should be fine now.”

“You didn’t tell anyone else about your address change?”

“Nope, just HR,” she promised. “As far as everyone knows I’m still living in that crummy apartment.”

“Well, maybe this is a blessing that you’re out of there anyway,” Eleanor sighed, relief in her voice. “How do you like this place?”

She smiled dropping the box in the middle of the room before she closed the door and descended the staircase back to her car to grab more boxes. “El, it’s literally perfect. It’s like the apartment of my dreams.”

“How come no one at the restaurant wanted it?”

“When you come visit, we can go and ask all the questions—”

As she entered the alleyway from her apartment entrance she was pushed to the ground. The rattling of glass bottles clinked, clattered, and broke on the pavement. She already felt the bruise forming on her tailbone from landing so hard on the ground. In the process she dropped her phone, and she could hear Eleanor shouting from the speaker. “Ouch,” she muttered.

“Don’t move!” She turned to the sound of the guy in the alleyway with her—he was hurrying to his feet having also toppled to the cold, hard ground. He was wearing all black. Short sleeves even though it was a chillier fall day—showing off an array of tattoos that lined his muscular arms. His black pants had fingerprints and handprints of flour on them. There was something dark colored—probably tomato sauce—dried on the half apron around his hips. He clearly worked in the restaurant. The bag of bottles he was previously carrying ripped open and was broken on the ground. “M’so sorry, Principessa,” his voice was smooth and warm. “Antonio told me y’were moving in today. Should’ve been more careful,” he frowned grabbing her wrists without a thought and hauling her to her feet to get her off the cold ground and away from any broken glass. “M’so sorry,” he repeated making sure she was steadily on her feet. He turned her hands over inspecting them so delicately. Like she was the glass that had broken at their feet. “Are y’alright, Principessa?”

The silence coming from Eleanor on her phone was nearly deafening. She blinked a few times as she gazed at the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life. His hair was the color of melted milk chocolate and looked like it had been sculpted of the very substance into the most unfairly beautiful curls any man should have been allowed to have. His cheeks were smooth except for the stubble lining his incredibly sharp jawline. His lower lip was chapped, and she realized how close she was to face to notice such a thing. Probably from the way he was biting it with the worry that he had hurt her. But they were still very rosy—like pink wine and much like the rest of him, very, very pretty.

He picked up her phone out of the debris. Wiping it on his apron then brought it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Oh, God,” she whispered to herself, trying to process the last two minutes. Eleanor was going to lose her mind.

“Uh... m’Harry... She’s fine—I think... Are y’okay, Principessa?” His gaze turned back to her.

It felt like her heart stopped as her eyes connected with the beautiful green ones looking back at her. It was unfair someone like Harry was that pretty.

She nodded, holding her hand out for her phone. He returned it to her immediately and she cleared her throat. “I’m fine, El. Promise.”

“Principessa?!” She gasped. “Oh. My. God.”

“I’ll call you later,” she whispered feeling her face warm as Harry inspected the mess.

“M’sorry, Principessa,” he repeated for a fourth time. If he called her Principessa again though, she might fall right back on her sore tailbone. “Wasn’t expecting you t’come out the door,” he frowned. “Did y’get cut at all?” He asked, scanning her quickly from head to toe. She was dressed for moving on a cool fall day. A chunky sweatshirt, a pair of joggers, and trainers. Her hair was pulled tight to keep out of her face.

She was the furthest thing from looking like the princess that he kept calling her. “Oh...no... I’m alright,” she promised. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think—”

“Don’t apologize, kitten, s’entirely my fault.”

She shook her head rapidly trying to get some neural networks firing. “Really, I’m okay,” she smiled gently. “I should have watched—”

“M’serious, s’my fault,” he interrupted again.

“Harry, what’s the hold—” Antonio entered the alleyway but stopped his train of thought looking at the pair of them. “Oh, hi, tesorino,” he had called her that a lot since he spoke and met with her. “See you’ve met Harry,” he looked at the broken bag and the glass. “Did he hurt you?” He asked.

“No!” Harry glared at him, a frown adorning his pretty lips and a matching pinch between his brows. Harry looked adorable when he was angry. “I didn’t Principessa, did I?” He turned back to her looking apologetic again.

“No, I’m sincerely fine,” she promised shoving her phone into the pocket of her joggers. “I should have watched where I was—”

“No, no, tesorino,” Antonio shook his head. “It’s Harry’s fault. M’sure.” What kind of reality was this? Antonio reminded her of Louis or a much older brother—maybe even a young dad, but not like her dad. She imagined Louis saying the same kind of taunting thing to Eleanor or even herself. It was surreal. A cute guy bumped into her when she was starting fresh. It was like fate—a new start and a new guy. “I’ll get you a broom, Harry. Make sure she’s alright.”

“Yes sir,” he nodded firmly. Antonio disappeared back to the restaurant to get the broom.

“I’m really fine,” she promised.

Harry was smiling now, he bent down to get the big pieces of glass that shattered and carefully placed them on the broken plastic bag. “M’glad, Principessa,” he hummed quietly.

“Uh...” she smiled awkwardly and stepped to the side. “I should get out of the way...” she trailed off and started for the street to gather more of her stuff.

“Here,” Antonio reappeared with a broom and a new bag, passing it off to Harry. “Tesorino, are you sure you’re alright?” Antonio had an Italian accent. It made her smile and even if she was hurt, she was sure that she wouldn’t—couldn’t feel any pain because it was so comfortable being around an Italian restaurant where people worried about her.

“I’m really, truly fine,” she promised.

Harry was quick to pick up all the glass and took a few steps around the area to catch any of the broken pieces. It seemed this wasn’t the first time this had happened. It was like she was glued to her spot watching Harry take the collected glass down the alleyway to one of the dumpsters. “Do you need help moving your stuff upstairs?” Antonio asked.

“Oh no, that’s alright, I’m fine—”

“Harry, help her with her stuff,” he ordered, ignoring her brush-off. “Her car is out front.”

Harry handed the broom back to his boss and hurried to the front of the building. “Hey!” She frowned and looked at Antonio. “I don’t need help—”

“Tesorino, please. S’no big deal. Harry would be happy to help.” Harry was already coming back with what she knew was a heavy box labeled ‘kitchen’ and heading for the stairs. Truthfully, she was dreading carrying that one, so she was grateful Harry was literally doing the heavy lifting for her but didn’t want him to feel like he had to. “He helped us move our stuff out already and into our new home,” he shrugged. “Come down for some lasagna for dinner,” he said heading back toward the front.

The entire interaction had left her so completely confused. Harry was beautiful and clearly a cook of some sort in the kitchen of the restaurant. Currently, he was up in her new apartment putting her box in the kitchen. Right as she came to the door to head after him, he bumped into her again, reappearing from the door so quickly, she almost fell right back to the ground. This time, Harry caught her around the waist. “M’sorry, Principessa. I don’t know why I keep getting in y’way,” he frowned.

He released her waist just as quickly as he caught her before heading back for her car. The warmth of his arm around her body lingered as she followed him. “You don’t have to help.”

“S’no problem, kitten,” he shrugged grabbing a box labeled ‘bedroom’ that she knew had an array of random things including an assortment of old CDs, a few pictures, and everything from her nightstand—including a box of condoms. Just the knowledge of knowing he was carrying them was enough to make her face warm. She frowned, hurrying to grab a box herself. “Y’don’t have any friends t’help you?” He asked over his shoulder as he made himself at home coming to stop in front of the second door in the little hall at the top of the steps. Beside her apartment was a second office for the restaurant. Antonio assured her that he was the only person who used it and at this point in time, it was mostly storage. Either way, she didn’t mind. The place was a steal and beyond helpful for her new start. Especially with Eleanor breathing down her neck worrying about her.

“I don’t like to bother people with something I can do myself,” she explained quietly while pushing the door out of the way for Harry to enter—but he waited for her to go first. A silent direction in his eyes as he stood still with the box in his hands. After an awkward pause, she went in first.

Unfortunately, she was compelled to fill the silence with more explanation. “My best friend got a new job—so she’s unavailable. She offered her boyfriend but he’s working. My other friends... no one wants to help move. You know?” She explained. But it was hard to hide the catch in her throat while she spoke. No one wanted to help her.

It was weird to have a conversation with Harry like that. It was a little personal, nothing crazy. But apparently, it divulged enough. “S’unfair, Principessa,” his voice was so gentle. “M’sure you’d help if they asked—or even if they didn’t ask.”

How on earth could some stranger possibly know that about her without so much as speaking for more than ten full minutes? There was a jolt of sadness that washed through her. But she pushed it aside and frowned at the stranger who seemed to read right through her without so much as a second glance. “They would help if I asked,” she murmured. But it felt like sand in her mouth as she said it because she knew it was a lie.

Harry didn’t harp on it though. He glanced around the empty space. “Are y’new to the city?” He asked.

“No... not really,” she shrugged. “I used to live just a couple towns over.”

“Ah,” he nodded. “D’you have a lot more?” He asked.

She shook her head. “No, not really. You... you grabbed the heavy kitchen one. So, it should be easy from here on out.”

“Great,” he smiled. “I’ll get Niall, we’ll be done in half an hour.” Harry left her breathless for more than one reason. He hurried back down and stopped outside of the restaurant. She was practically running to catch up.

Dolcezza was written in cursive script above the big window showcasing the beautiful restaurant. Most Italian restaurants always seemed so darkly lit. This one looked so warm and cozy and on the brighter side. It reminded her of her grandparents’ house.

Harry pulled the door open. “Niall!” He shouted. Without waiting for whoever Niall was, Harry turned to her car to grab the next box.

Niall was a little less than half a foot shorter than Harry. His eyes were the color of the sky in the middle of June, and he had an adorable smile. “What’re you doing?” He asked Harry as he walked by with a box. “Hey tesorino,” he winked at her.

“Grab a box,” Harry nodded his head toward the open car and continued for her apartment once more.

What the heck!?

She stumbled to get a box herself and hurried to follow the two guys moving her stuff into her new place. But she had to give credit where credit was due. Harry was right. Thirty minutes, and everything in her car was now in the apartment. Niall headed back to the restaurant without a word, but Harry stayed behind. “D’you need help with anything, kitten?” He asked sweetly.

She couldn’t possibly imagine him helping her more than he already had. “N-no, thank you. That was...really helpful. I can take it from here.”

“Jus’ come grab me from downstairs if y’do think of something, kitten. Antonio won’t mind,” he promised. He smiled at her once more and looked around. His gaze stopped on the tall bookshelf. He walked toward it and looked at each side. He pulled a little bag of screws that were taped to the side and put it in plain view. “Make sure y’anchor that bookshelf before putting books on it. Don’t want it falling on you,” he mentioned kindly. She frowned. In her old place, her bookshelf was recessed into the wall. Having built the new shelf so the movers could take it the other day, she truly hadn’t thought about it. She only taped the little bag to the inside of the shelf so she knew what it belonged to when she created a junk drawer in the kitchen.

“Er... right,” she nodded—unconfidently.

Harry looked her over again, sizing her up, as if he knew she didn’t know how to do that and was too proud to ask. “I’ll come back up before dinner t’do it. D’you have a screw gun and such?”

“I can Google how to do it if I need to,” she assured him knowing that if he didn’t say anything, she wouldn’t do it. “I doubt I can put holes in the wall like that.”

Harry snorted. “Don’t worry, Principessa, I’ll tell Antonio. He won’t argue.”

“It’s really—”

“M’offering myself, kitten. S’nothing t’worry ‘bout. M’happy t’help. S’no trouble at all.”

It was jarring. That was the only way to describe it. It was as if Harry could read her thoughts and see on her face that she didn’t want to trouble someone on her behalf. “Antonio s’not kidding ‘bout lasagna either, Principessa. He’ll want y’down between five-thirty and six. Come down t’eat or he’ll make me come up here t’get you.”

*

“Who was that?” Eleanor asked in greeting as she answered the phone.

“Hi Eleanor, the move has been going well. I’m about to start unpacking boxes and arranging everything. How has your day been?” She answered with an eye roll.

“Shut up, tell me about the guy, principessa,” her voice was nearly hysterical. Her tone was almost mocking with the nickname Harry had bestowed upon her. It made her stomach flip to hear even Eleanor say it.

Sighing, she put her head on the counter of her new kitchen. She eyed the heavy box Harry had put there on the floor. “His name is Harry. He works at the restaurant,” she explained. “Antonio had him help me with all the boxes and stuff, his friend Niall too.”

“I don’t care about that. What does he look like?!” The pause was telling. She knew it. “Wow,” Eleanor sighed. “He is so hot, you’re speechless.”

Rolling her eyes again, she was glad Eleanor couldn’t see her cheeks burning red at the correct assumption. “He’s cute,” she managed.

“Oh puh-lease,” she gasped. “What a cute little story you’ll be able to tell your grandchildren.”

“Can you relax? I talked to him for twenty minutes and mostly about moving.”

“Mostly?!”

“Sweet Jesus,” she sighed pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes trying to think of the fastest way to get rid of her friend from making her crazy. “He correctly identified that I have shitty friends who wouldn’t help me move even if I had asked. He also got his friend Niall to help with the boxes in my car. And when I came back from the storage unit with a second load, they ran out in the middle of a lunch rush to help anyway.”

“You could sell movie rights,” Eleanor sighed dreamily.

She rolled her eyes. “His boss made him help.”

“His boss made him call you principessa too?”

“He called me kitten too.”

“Oh, you’re so going to marry him.”

“I have to unpack my house now.”

“What does he smell like?”

“You are insane.”

There was a knock on her door.

“Wonder who that is,” Eleanor practically sang. She glanced at the stove clock. It wasn’t even five o’clock. Not time to head down for lasagna. After the crazy afternoon she had, she wanted to make sure she didn’t give a reason to the funny cooks and owner downstairs that were helping her a reason to waste their time with her. She truly planned to head down for lasagna as they asked. But part of her thought Harry was joking about the bookshelf.

With the phone still against her ear, she pulled the door out of the way and found Harry. He was not joking. There was a screw gun at his side. “Hi Principessa,” he grinned so brightly it made a dimple in both cheeks appear. “M’gonna anchor y’bookshelf and then take y’down t’get lasagna,” he maneuvered right by her without so much as an okay.

“You really don’t need to trouble yourself,” she promised.

Harry turned pausing by the shelf pressed against the wall. “D’you really want me t’leave?” He asked with a frown. “M’sorry. I jus’... really want t’help you, kitten,” he explained. “S’like I need to. S’almost... compulsive... but I’ll leave if y’want me to.”

“Don’t you dare let him leave,” Eleanor said to her ear, her voice was practically a sigh. She and Harry stood feet apart gazing at one another.

But it felt so bad getting help from Harry. “Well...er... if you’re really sure it’s not a bother,” she murmured.

“Not at all, Principessa,” he smiled. “Promise,” he nodded. “S’jus’ a couple minutes and then I’ll bring y’down.”

“Eleanor, I gotta go.”

“I can’t wait to give my maid of honor speech at your wedding.”

She hung up on her friend. Harry was quick. He was shifting the bookshelf away from the wall. He snagged the little package of screws taped to the side. “Can I help?” She asked tossing her phone on the couch.

“I think m’alright, principessa. Thank you,” he said kindly, like he wasn’t doing her a favor by doing this. It was quiet while he worked. At one point he did drop one of the little screws and she was quick to grab it and place it in his hand for him. “Thanks, kitten,” he hummed quietly. His expression was so concentrated as he fixed up the shelf.

It wasn’t much, honestly. She knew that. It was just a bookshelf. But it was somehow so much more. Her heart felt so out of place. Her throat felt tight with emotion bubbling to the surface. No one had ever done anything like this before. A near stranger at that. Probably because it was so much more. It was a worry about her safety which people nearly forgot—unless they were Eleanor and by extension Louis.

She turned away briefly and busied herself with pulling throw pillows from the box labeled living room. Harry hummed quietly to himself. It was soothing. For a moment she forgot about who she was and that she had moved because she had a stalker. If she was a little more vulnerable feeling, she might have cried. It wasn’t the time, but she felt like she had known Harry her whole life. But she had barely spoken more than a hundred and fifty words to him. It was feeling extremely domestic in her new place even though hardly anything was unpacked.

The whole place was one wide open room kitchen and living area. There was a little space she designated for a table for sitting at and along the front wall by the window she planned on putting her desk. There was so much she needed to do. There were three doors along the back wall of the apartment. A bathroom, a bedroom, and a little alcove where a washer and dryer resided. She was lucky the owner lived here previously as she was certain there wouldn’t be a washer and dryer otherwise and that may have deterred her from taking the place. The idea of lugging her laundry up and down the stairs to a laundromat was not something she wanted to do in her late twenties.

“Oh crap,” she frowned. Realizing her state of being at the thought of walking up and down the steps all day.

Harry paused and turned to her. “Y’okay, principessa?” He frowned as well. His eyes looked her over with worry.

“Yeah...no, I just... I have to change before I head down there,” she sighed.

Harry smiled and turned back to his task. He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Oh, y’could go like that, I think y’look beautiful,” he said sweetly.

Her heart rate took off rapidly. She could feel her cheeks warming but she knew her hair was pulled back and little pieces had frizzed and fallen from the elastic. She knew she was sweaty and there was simply no way she looked beautiful.

She snorted awkwardly. “Uh...thank you,” she cleared her throat. “But I would feel better if I changed.”

“I’ll wait outside, then,” he promised. “Jus’ finishing this last bit,” he murmured his attention focused on securing the screws perfectly.

“I’ll be quick,” she promised.

“Take y’time, principessa. M’in no rush,” he stood after finishing the final bit. He stepped back outside the apartment. God, he was nice. It had to be the fastest time she had ever gotten ready for anything. Changing out of comfy clothes and into jeans and a blouse that she would wear to her team meetings, so it didn’t look like she was wearing pajamas to work. She slipped on a pair of the first presentable ankle boots she could find a pair of in the box of shoes that was still unpacked. After she found a clip to pull her hair back in a more presentable fashion.

“Oh, wow,” Harry smiled dreamily as she stepped into the hall and locked her door. “Didn’t know y’could get any more beautiful. In less than five minutes too. M’gonna faint when y’have more than a minute,” he smiled and headed down the stairs as if he hadn’t just stolen her heart.

She was a little surprised he went down the stairs first, but she was grateful because maybe he wouldn’t be able to tell she was shaky and gripping the railing to keep her upright after Harry’s sweet compliment. But she realized it was merely so he could open the door carefully and make sure she wouldn’t bump into someone in the alleyway. Once he decided the alleyway was cleared, he gestured for her to exit first. “Thank you,” she said sincerely.

“For what, kitten?” He smiled as he closed the door behind him.

“Being helpful and nice. I... I’m not really used to that,” she admitted.

The grin on his face was kind. He shoved his freehand in his pocket and shrugged. “Happy t’help y’principessa,” he winked and headed for Dolcezza, surely to open the door for her first.

“Why did he name it Dolcezza?” She asked following behind him.

Harry smiled and glanced over his shoulder to wink at the pretty girl. “It means sweetness. Antonio met his wife when he was studying business, called her la mia dolcezza. He always wanted t’own a restaurant but never knew what t’name it. He knew the second he met her,” he shrugged. “S’a cute story.”

“Very sweet,” she smiled as she walked by Harry to enter the warm and homey restaurant. She was correct in her assumption that he would hold the door open for her. He chuckled at her joke.

There was something about the girl he literally bumped into and proceeded to fall for instantly physically and emotionally. He wasn’t lying when he said it was compulsive to help her. The warmth he felt inspecting her hands for injury and the worry he felt when she didn’t seem sure of anchoring her bookshelf. The thought that she was just above the restaurant that he nearly lived at more than his own place was comforting. A tug on his heart he didn’t know where it came from but couldn’t help it. Harry had never felt such an emotion like this for someone he had just met. It was like he had known her his whole life and he hadn’t spent more than an hour in total speaking to her. But he wanted to spend forever talking to her now that he had a glimpse of someone so beautiful and gentle.

It took every bit of inner strength for Harry to refrain from telling her he would name every child, every restaurant, anything he could name, he would dedicate to her.

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[stabortega]

NO SURPRISES — CHAPTER TWO

Summary: Having to deal with the aftermath of that situation was definitely worse then finding out the truth.

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!G!P!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Implied fem reader, she/her pronouns used. Mentions of sex, dirty talking and sexting. Knife play. Mentions of kinks, nothing explicit. Top!Reader x Bottom!Jenna. MDNI.

Author's Note: Still think my writing is trash but you guys seem to like it. 💜

MASTERLIST.

"What the actual fuck?!" Jasmine almost yelled as Jenna shoved her inside one of the dressing rooms in the set, while she tried to shut the other actress up. "Thank god someone's paying that poor girl's college."

"This is not fucking funny, Jasmine. I shouldn't have told you." Jenna locked the door behind her, looking at her apprehensively. She made a terrible mistake by telling Jasmine what went on last night. "And now they expect me to work with her? After I-"

"Seen her dick? Oh god, what will be of you?" The black girl laughed, while sitting down on the couch. "Chill, alright? She probably doesn't even know you donated. I mean, what was your username?"

Jenna gulped. "I don't wanna say it."

"Come on, was it that obvious??" Jasmine rolled her eyes, waiting for an answer.

"It was my first name then the first four digits of my birthday."

"I cannot fucking believe you."

Living in New York wasn't easy. Every apartment was obnoxiously expensive, so you had to resort to leave the city and start living in Brooklyn. It was a nice neighborhood, the best you could afford if we're being completely honest. Moving to the big city was by far the best and the worst decision you've ever made. Other than starting college, obviously.

I mean, you loved every second of it, but it started to fuck your financial life right up the ass.

"You should create an Only Fans or something." You almost spit the whiskey shot you were drinking right back to your cup, looking at your friend as if she just told you that she had killed three men with a needle. "I'm serious, (Y/N). Do you know how much money you can get just by posting out some feet pics, or whatever?"

"I'm not gonna sell pictures of my feet for cash, Liana." She shook her head no while taking a sip of her Appletini.

"Then don't. Sell your dick pics, or livestream. Come on, I know how much you're struggling and you know you're putting that body to waste. What's the worse thing can happen?"

And she was right. You started out with just an account on that website, posting some pictures here and there; until one of your followers suggested livestreaming and said she would pay some good money just to watch you cum on your stomach (which obviously, she did). It happened so fast that, when you realized it, you were able to get yourself a better place right downtown, pay off your college debts and buy a professional video camera to shoot some amateur movies. And no, not the pornographic kind.

You wanted to be a director someday, but you were also really good with a camera; which is why you got the opportunity to work in the upcoming Scream movie as an assistant videographer (and because Liana put in a good word for you). It was your first real gig in your area of interest, you couldn't be more excited.

The first day was just like any other. You got to meet a few people and get a hold of the equipments you were going to use.

"Ay, (Y/N)! Come here for a sec!" Your boss, Dave, called your name while you were looking at one of the IMAX cameras, which you've never got the opportunity to film with. You realized he wanted to introduce you to some people, which he did. You just didn't expect it would be one of the protagonists (and the newest it actress of Hollywood). "It's a pleasure to meet you, Jenna."

You extended your hand for her to shake, which she did after looking at it for a couple of seconds, almost if she was analyzing you. "Nice to meet you too, (Y/N)."

And that was pretty much it, you guys didn't exchanged any other words besides that on that particular day. You even thought that she could be avoiding you, for whatever reason. All throughout the day, you felt her gaze on you multiple times, but everytime you looked at her, she just looked away.

"You're definitely not subtle." Jasmine whispered in Jenna's ear, while she watched you handle one of the camera films. "I'm pretty sure that she can physically feel your eyes on her butt as we speak."

"She's definitely gonna find out that I was on her stream last night." The Ortega took a deep breath, looking away when she realized you looked at her again.

"She's not, don't get paranoid. You have the most obvious and boring username ever? Yes. It would take just one Google search to figure out your identity? It would. But still!" Jenna got up from the chair she was sitting, realizing that all she wanted to do was to smoke this off.

"You're not helping, Jasmine." She took out her pack of Marlboro's and her lighter once she was outside. "I never even watched porn before, not even by myself."

"And now you donated $1500 to a complete stranger just so she could cum while moaning your name. That's a character development." Jasmine stood beside Jenna, who had just started smoking so she could even try to forget that she wanted to sit on her coworker's dick less than 24 hours ago.

"I'm never doing that again, Jasmine. It's inhumane and gross. It was the first and the last time."

jenna2709: thought about you a lot today.

"Oh, did you? Good to hear that." She locked the door behind her and sat on her bed. That was Jenna's, at least, 10th day of watching your streams nonstop. And she had just "caught" you in the beginning of your livestream (which meant that she had the notifications of your page on and was too much of a chicken to admit it). So that meant that you weren't even undressed yet, you were just rubbing your dick over your sweatpants and chatting a litte bit with your followers before you started your actual show. "What exactly were you thinking of, huh?"

jenna2709: of me sucking your cock under this table while you tell me how much of a good girl i am.

Jenna realized what she said after she already sent the message. Where did that came from? She thought while looking intensely at the livestream, hoping you would just stop with the teasing and take your cock out of your pants for her to see (and drool). "Oh baby, I'm sure you're very good with your mouth. Wanted to cum right on your throat and make you swallow every drop."

jenna2709: i would be honored to be your cum dump.

"Okay, I crossed the line." She took a deep breath, not even recognizing who was that person inside of her, the person that would say the most obscene and erotic shit that she ever heard. It was almost if something awakened inside of her everytime she saw you. Every couple of days, at exactly 10PM, she would lock herself in her hotel bedroom and fuck her pussy so deep until she passed out from having like, five orgasms. And that was the easy part, obviously. The hardest part was definitely waking up in the morning and having to look at you as if she didn't saw your dick inside of a fleshlight the night before.

Jenna grew up christian. In a american dream type of household. But getting in touch with Hollywood and all of the film industry made her get out of her bubble and quite literally, discover the world. She drank, she smoked, she went to 2AM parties at some A-List celebrity's house that she never even met before. But sex? Never sex. She met a few people here and there, but nothing further. It made her think about that, the fact that she couldn't even be interested enough in someone to actually have some sort of contact with them; but with you, she would stay all night thinking about you fucking her raw and senseless until she couldn't remember who she was.

"Stop teasing, Jenna. We both know you were born to be my cum dump, and mine only." You were so horny imagining having that stranger on her knees while she had her mouth open, waiting for you to dump your cum inside of her pretty little throat. You took your cock out of your pants, a little bit earlier than you've expected, but you were getting so worked up that you didn't even thought about your stream routine. You started to stroke the member gently, feeling your dick pulsate right on the palm of your hand. "I know that you're the only one who can take care of this right, don't you think?"

jenna2709: if you were mine, i would make you cum on my pussy everyday.

Jenna started to get scared. Who was this person that was hiding inside of her? Was she really like that? Is she the female version of Christian Grey and doesn't know it yet? How the fuck she got so horny all of a sudden?

She knew that the reason you were playing that little game with her was merely money. But there was a part of her, a tiny part that hoped that you felt attracted to her as much as she felt to you. Even if you'd never seen her face, or her body. It didn't mattered if she had just met you a couple of days ago; she wanted you to want her, the same way she wanted you.

"And if you were mine, I would carve my name on your belly so everyone would know who you belong to." Oh yes, the knife play.

Jenna wasn't naive or innocent, she knew about fetishes and BDSM practices; and thankfully there was the option of marking your kinks on your own profile when you created your account. The actress spent an embarrassing amount of time researching some of your kinks that were listed on your profile (there was so many things she didn't even knew existed, to be completely honest). And the thought of you doing all of those things with her got her aroused in a matter of seconds.

jenna2709: you could carve your name on my face, for all i care.

jenna2709: i would definitely want people to know that i'm yours.

The rest of the livestream went as usual, you doing all of the things that your subs asked you to, Jenna being awarded as the number 1 tipper for the 5th time in a row, nothing out of the ordinary. You were just about to cum for the second time when Jenna tipped you again with a request.

Wow! "jenna2709" donated $2000 with the message: i want you to cum for me, again.

"You know I never decline your requests, baby. But, let's be fair this time around?" You answered, a little bit breathless, masturbating your cock as hard as you could. "I'll give you a private livestream if you show me your face."

Oh, a private livestream?

Jenna had been following your for awhile now ever since her first time watching your stream. She knew that private livestreams weren't something you did. And yet, you were here, offering one for free, just to see Jenna's face in return. It was a really good offer, but Jenna couldn't accept. If you found out who she was, the shooting would be the most awkward work experience for both of them. It would be like, "Hey, (Y/N)? Can you get this camera ready for me? Also, I've already seen your dick and I'm having wet dreams with you fucking me like the slut I am." So, she took one last breath after she decided to stick with her original plan and decline.

jenna2709: it's a deal.

#scream #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday #the fallout #you #scream movies #pwp

[helloitstsyu]

hello, I have a request for a tom cruise x reader fic based on the ariana grande song ‘fantasize’. that’s all, thank you xx

fantasize | Tom Cruise 18+

a/n : goshhhh this req is stuck in my mind for so long. finally I'm able to finish writing itt... i hope it fills your expectations! love the suggestion so much xx.

Pairing : Tom Cruise x f¡reader

Warning : unprotected sex, clothed sex, dirty talks, assume age gap, smut, minor dni!

Polo match.

You always hate when you're dragged to these kinda events. But your dad always insists on bringing you here. And since you just come back from college overseas, you owe it to him for a bit of quality time.

You would much rather stay at home or go out with your friends for a spa day or a pool party. Definitely not this. You feel awkward here and you don't know everyone here except your dad. Dad said it's not just about the game but it's about the networking. And so there he is, leaving you behind as he talks to his colleagues.

The game is about to start. Your dad calls for you. As you walk towards him, you see he's standing next to a man. His hair is perfectly styled. He's wearing a navy suit with a matching navy patterned tie. His eyes covered behind a sunglasses, but you kinda feel something about him is familiar, like you've seen him somewhere or something.

"Tom, i want you to meet my daughter." Dad places his hand behind your waist. Looks at you proudly, "She just came back from Harvard– took a double degree there while running her own business... couldn't get much prouder of my little cupcake." Your dad says.

Your dad has a habit of over-introducing you in front of people. "Dad, you're doing it again," you chuckle awkwardly as you shake your head.

Turning your head, you prolong your hand first for a shake. Shooting the man your most friendliest smile. "Hi, pleasure to meet you, i'm Y/N Y/L/N,"

He takes his glasses off and then shakes your hand.

That face. That eyes. Beat drops. You could feel your heart stop at the sight.

"Hi... I'm Tom,"

Cruise. He is Tom Cruise.

That's why you knew something about him is familiar, he's the freaking Hollywood god.

This shouldn't surprise you– to meet celebrities and all. Your dad works in the business as a producer. But something is different this time. Something is different about Tom Cruise. You almost feel like the air gets hotter. Perhaps it is him being so hot, or perhaps it's the way he stares at you with an intrigue in his eyes.

"So you're the famous Y/N Y/L/N... I've heard so much about you." He says, shooting a friendly smile.

"Yeah? Not the fun part, though," you mutter quietly.

Your dad and Tom both only stay silent and look at you, processing what you've just said.That came out of nowhere. The moment you realized you've said it, you regret it.

A few seconds pass with silence, but thankfully, your dad breaks into a laughter, lightening up the intense situation. "You're funny, sweetheart," your dad says. He must've not gotten the hidden intent behind what you said.

Tom however, just chuckles a little and a ghost smile appears on his face, his eyes light up as if he's enjoying some private humor. "Well.. I'd love to know more," Tom says. His gaze is unwavering and intense.

The event host then announces that the game is about to be started. You take your seat next to your dad. Tom is sitting a couple rows down from you, that doesn't stop you from keeping your eyes glued at him all the time.

For some reason, your heart is pounding mercilessly. You curse at yourself for being so stupid, muttering things out of your mouth before you think more about it. The way Tom gazed at you makes you feel some type of way, you're mentally and physically weak.

The way Tom moves a couple rows down there, the way he runs his fingers to his hair, the way his eyes dead-locked-focused watching the game as he chews a gum. That eyes, that jawline, that hair — Everything about this man just attracts every single bit of your cell. You're actually feeling all hot and horny right now.

Your mind starts to play on its own. Imagining what those lips would taste like. Imagining to run your fingers through that brunette strands. Imagining yourself getting fucked in this VIP little box — him pinning you down, he'd make you moaning hard, he'd pound mercilessly to you as he licks your moaning mouth. Oh, you'd give anything for him.

The loud cheer of the audience as the game ends awakes you back into reality. Somehow, you miss the whole game having your own preferred one in your head.

As you're about to leave your box, Tom comes to you and your dad again. Making some casual talks about the game and how great it was. You just stand there silence, still recovering from that heavy game you played in your mind.

"Cupcake," your dad turns around and calls for you, "If it's okay... i invite Tom to our lunch, i still have some business to discuss with him. I hope you're okay with it."

Before you can answer, your dad's phone rings. "Shit... hang on, sweetheart,"

"It's all fine, dad. I'll just go wait in the car." You say. You know whenever your dad's phone rings, that'll take some time. So rather than spending here talking with Tom and risking yourself to be flustered and caught in the open. You'd rather go back to your car and chill alone.

You get in your car and quickly turn on the air conditioning to the fullest setting. You sigh heavily.

You try to shake the picture of him in your head, trying to stop this feeling. You take a long breath in and just look at yourself from the rearview mirror. For some reason, you still feel horny. As if this feeling is not gonna go away until you're fed.

Looking around there's no one here around the parking lot. So you do what you gotta do to help yourself. You move to the back seat and lay down comfortably. You shut your eyes close and hoping that Tom is here. Hoping that Tom knows what he did to you, the feeling he inflicted on you.

All of a sudden, your door just pulled open, startling you to open your eyes and sit up. To your much surprise, it's Tom. He is ducking his head in.

"Tom? Wh-what are you doing?" You cluelessly ask.

"What needs to be done," he retorts in hushed voice.

He gets in and slams back the door close. In one quick motion, he lunges at you, grabs you by your face and kisses you. His lips on yours feel so soft and so burning at the same time— addicting, that's what he tastes like. You moan into his mouth, giving him just enough the opening. His tongue expertly exploring your mouth.

You have never been kissed like this. Your tongue tentatively plays back and joins his in an erotic movement. He gently pushes you back till you're laying down flat on the back seat with him on top of you. You're helpless, you're all pinned down, and he's restraining you with his whole body. You wrap your legs around his hips, allowing him to completely have his body pressed to yours. His hand explores your body, trailing the length of your thigh to your hips. Feeling something hardering, nudging you, you couldnt help to grind your center to his cock.

He hiss against your mouth. But Tom doesn't stop you or anything, rather he moves to kiss all over your chin, moving to your neck. The moment he sucks and nibs your sensitive skin, he got your eyes rolling back. You grip onto his jacket and swallows your edging moan.

"Tom..." you mutter.

Tom asks. Kiss more of your neck.

"Yes, darling?" Tom whispers in your ear before he gently bites your earlobe. Earning your jaw falls agape. He moves again to your collar bone, kissing you in the softest-teasing way.

He breathes against your flushed chest. His breath is hot, just like the way he makes you feel right now. He lays a soft, gentle kiss all across your flushed chest. Lowering himself even more as he gradually pulls your dress down along his way till your breast finally uncovered. He softly gasps at the sight of you. He glances to your eyes, lust covers in his gaze, before he places a kiss around your nipple.

You hiss, fingers grip onto his jacket.The moment he flick his tongue then sucks your nipple, you couldn't hold in your moan even more. "Ohh!" You moan.

Tom pushes himself off your neck and looks back into your eyes. "Come on, Y/N, show me how fun you can be," he challenges.

And just like that, the switch is being made. You turn off all of the good girl sides about you and this lust overdriving you into some dangerous character that'll put you in trouble. You pull him back to your lips and kiss him passionately. Your hands quickly run his body, feeling the toned muscles underneath. 60 or something, it is a joke that he's looking this damn hot at this age. You rub him from outside his pants.

You could feel Tom smirking against your lips. "Good girl," he chuckles.

You hurriedly take off his belt. Him helping you too. You push his trousers down just enough till you can grab his hard shaft and pulls it out from the torment of its lack of space. Tom groans as you wrap your hand around him. Fuck, he's big. And so hard. You pump his cock and spread his precum all over his shaft.

"Is that what you want?" Tom asks.

Glancing back to his eyes, you nod. "I want you to fuck me,"

A content smile appears on his face. He pushes your panties to the side and just pushes himself through your folds without warning.

"Ahh!" You squal uncomfortably to the unfamiliar size of him, gripping onto his shoulder.

Tom quickly bottoms out, pushing all the way of him inside of you. He doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size. He starts to pound his hips mercilessly into you, fucking you in a relentless pace.

"Ohhh! Fuck! ToOoMMm!" You shut your eyes and titled your head back.

"Yes! Yes! That's it moan my name!" He grins loving the way your face contorts to pleasure drunk. "You wanted my cock the moment you laid your eyes on me, huh? Looking at me with all of that slutty eyes, you know what you're doing, darling," he says to your ears as his cock pounds mercilessly to your tight channel.

You couldn't reply to him even if you wanted to. You only look back to him and nod.

"Oh, T-tom!" You cry. Tears dripping down your cheek.

"Fuck, Y/N" he groans. Tom holds your face. He presses his lips to yours again, silencing you from screaming loud.

He got you a moaning mess that you don't care if someone could hear you or see this little scene in your car. You never fucked like this before. So good that you'd do anything to have him fuck you like this again and again. You'd give your pussy for him, five to nine, nine to five. Tom fucks you like the way you fantasize your filthiest fantasies.

You feel your walls clenching hard. And the white hot pleasure becomes too unbearable to hold back. A few more thrust, and you're spilling all over. You squal all over the car. Knees clamping together as all of your muscles tighten.

You never have orgasm like that. It is by far your most intense that after the pinnacle, you feel bliss. For a few seconds, the room is so quiet — so peaceful...

You open your eyes and stare at the roof of your car. All of a sudden, like a slap to your face, waking you back into reality, your door is pulled open from the outside. Quickly, you sit up and try to fix yourself, push down your dress and all but it is all helpless. You're so caught right-handed. Looking up, the person who caught you right-handed guilty is the one you hope for dear life it wont be— Tom Cruise. He's peering down, slightly bending to meet your eyes.

You feel so embarrassed that you couldn't even feel a thing or think anything.

"Your dad wanted me to tell you lunch is off... meetings." He tells.

You just sit there feeling like you're slowly crippling to die. The optimistic side of you still whispers that perhaps he didn't see nothing. You have a tinted window afterall.... do you?

Tom gaze down at you with that light up, amused emerald eyes. Then slightly the corner of his lips pulled up to a smirk, like he's been there for a while and just watched you pleasuring yourself.

"Have a great day, Y/N," he mischievously smiles and closes back your door.

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[ghouljams]

reincarnated lovers soap and moon and thats why hes so clingy

God that would be something. I love a good reincarnation au, I love one character knowing and never being able to really say anything. The idea that Soap seeks out Moon every lifetime and hopes she'll remember him is delicious. Also Soap having to woo Moon again and again, knowing everything she likes and exactly how she works, but also knowing that she's a tough catch even when he knows her so well.

For the purpose of the Cowboy au as it stands now I'm going to say that Moon and Soap could have met when they were younger. It would have been probably while Moon was in college, or maybe fresh out of high school. Back when she was still trying to figure herself out, and working on her thorns. Maybe she booked herself a ticket to the UK with the limited funds she had and figured she'd have some fun in a country where no one knew her. Maybe she wound up in Scotland, at a pub that had too many SAS men crowded in it.

You sip your pint from the corner of the room, watch the raucous excitement of men celebrating something. You don't particularly care what, but it makes you smile. Their joy is infectious, you're not ashamed to admit that. There's a man in the middle of the crowd, --young, boyish, your age you'd bet-- who seems to be the man of the hour. His short cropped hair is ruffled, his shoulder is pat, he's given hard thumbs on the back, and his blue eyes sparkle with pride. You wonder what he's celebrating, you wonder if you've ever seen anyone smile that wide.

His eyes land on you and you look away quickly. You don't want to be accused of staring, not when you're alone in a foreign country. Americans already have a bad reputation without you helping it. When you glance back at him, he's focused on the crowd, talking and laughing with the other men. They push at him a little, urge him to the bar, and lean close to talk to him. You decide to stop staring before you really do get into trouble, tugging a journal free of your bag.

You're half way through your notes of the day when a fresh pint is set in front of you. You look up with a "thank you," and feel the words die on your tongue looking up at the man of the hour. Boyish wasn't quite the right word for him, you realize. He's well muscled in a way that speaks more to his masculinity than his youth, and his hands look worn from hard work when they slide off your fresh glass. It's his eyes that are young, his smile that makes you think he's fresher than he wants to give the impression of.

"Thank you," you smile back.

"My pleasure," His accent is thick, and his voice rumbles pleasantly. You wonder if he's lowering it for your benefit, or if that's his natural register. You blink when he pulls out the chair next to you and takes a seat. "What are ya workin' on?"

You glance at your journal, try to remember your exercises in self confidence. "I'm- it's a log of my trip," You tell him, sitting up a little straighter. His eyes drop to your chest as you move, brief but warm and appreciative before they meet your gaze again.

"Mind if I look?" He asks, holding out his hand. You hesitate before handing your journal over. Confidence, you tell yourself, it's not like you've got anything embarrassing written in there. You have your days written down, and a few thoughts on what you've done

The man flips through the lined pages, stopping near the front to read. You finish your first pint and start your second, watching his eyes move over the page. He flips to the next one carefully, his eyes still skimming. You didn't think you'd written that much about your days. Except that's your all around journal, you don't just have your daily notes in there, you have a few little stories in between the pressed flowers and ticket stubs. Embarrassment floods you. You reach a hand to grab for your journal and he pulls it away from you. Your heart sinks at the familiar gesture. He must see it on your face, because he freezes and closes the journal to hand back to you.

You pull it back quickly, and squeeze it tight between your fingers. "I dinnae get to finish that?" He hums, leaning with his elbows against the table.

"It's not good," You explain, he shrugs.

"Aye, but it's yours," somehow that doesn't hit you as insulting, there's a warmth in his voice, "makes it special, yeah?" You look at your journal and nod. You suppose that's one way to look at it. He tips his head to the side, studying you.

"What?" You ask when he's been staring a second too long.

"You are a beauty," He tells you his eyes never leaving yours, "you got a man back in the states, or are you lookin' for one here?" You can't help the smile that splits your face, or the heat that rises on your cheeks.

"You're a lot dude," You laugh.

"Dude," He parrots with a grin, "ya cannae call your future husband dude."

"It's my last night in town," You shrug, sip your drink, "I can call you whatever I want."

"John," He says, "can call me John."

"How about Johnny?" You compromise. Something in his eyes softens, melting like snow. His voice is just a touch lighter when he says,

"Aye, can call me Johnny."

You think maybe you should've gotten a longer visa. Only because Johnny swears you haven't seen the best Scotland has to offer. You run through your whole trip with him, and he scoffs at your route through the UK. He makes you laugh, like he's known you for years and not an hour. Future husband doesn't feel like such a stretch, or it wouldn't if you thought you'd ever see him again. You won't. Neither of you talk about where you're from, where you're going. There's a silent understanding, that this is it. The wrong person at the wrong time. You never understood star crossed lovers, but here you sit wishing the flame could burn just a little longer.

You only realize how late it's gotten when the bartender yells out for last call.

"Lemme see your book again love," Johnny holds out his hand, you curl your fingers against the cover protectively. He tugs a pen from his pocket, and holds it up to show you. "Just wanna give ya somethin' to remember me by."

You suppose you're amenable to that, sliding the journal over for him to flip to a fresh page. You hum quietly to yourself, watching the bar. It's nearly empty, you've been here longer than you planned to be and you have an early flight home. Johnny shuts your journal and slides it back over to you, clicking his pen shut.

"I'll finish it the next time I see you," He promises. You shake your head with a smile, and he grabs your chin to hold you still, leaning in and kissing you. It's soft and sweet, and melancholic. Your smile feels a little sadder when he pulls away. His doesn't seem to lose any brightness. "Next time," he assures you.

"Next time," You agree.

You take your time collecting your things, let Johnny jog to catch up with his buddies. They smack his back and give him thumbs up, pushing at his head when he blushes and grins. You flip your journal open to check what he left you. Your chest tight when you stare down the little sketch of your face, your penned in fingers tight around a glass, your eyes looking out at the blank page. It looks good, you don't know what he means about finishing it. You suppose it was just a good line.

-

Soap sorts through your bookshelf, waiting on you to finish getting ready for dinner. His eyes land on a red leather spine, and he carefully eases it out of its spot sandwiched between broken paperbacks. The cover is plastered with stickers, and the pages are warped. It's stuffed full of something other than notes, and held together by a piece of elastic across the cover. It's familiar enough for him to ease the elastic to the side and flip through the pages.

Ticket stubs, pressed flowers, pieces of wrappers and wrist bands are carefully pasted to the lined pages. He smiles at your handwriting, traces his fingers over dates and doodles. He stops on a largely blank page, carefully blank, save for the drawing in the corner of you at a bar in Scotland.

His heart clenches tight in his chest. Affection tugging at him, he can't believe you kept this. You never said anything, but he could never forget you. Soap glances around your room, and snags a pen off your desk, quickly but carefully sketching himself onto the page next to you. He loops a quick heart around the old and new sketch and scribbles a messy "I love you" underneath.

He get your journal slid back into place as you exit the bathroom, grumbling about not being able to clip your bracelet on.

"I hate weddings," You complain, when he grabs your wrist to secure the chain.

"Really?" He glances at your pout, "I was hoping to do something special for ours."

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[junowritings]

Hello ☺️💚

I hope I can request something, if they are closed please feel free to delete this 🌺🌺

I absolutely I adored your NRC amnesiac MC story with the dorms and would love to see more. It just hit all the tropes I love so much and adore.

Maybe with the rest of the dorms? As scenarios?? Or imagines?? (Honestly I’m a confused when it comes to those terms, so whichever is easier for you)

With pomefiore, ignihyde, and diasomnia? I feel like Vil is going to take one look at mc and go “okay, time to take care of another potato” but lovingly, ignihyde is going ortho is “I have another sibling” and gosh diasomnia is practically family and lilia is going “time to adopt another one 👏👏”

I just found the idea so so cute, but feel free to do whatever you want ☺️🌺

Right so first off I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED THE ORIGINAL ONE!!! Also thank you so much for all the kind comments that you leave on my post I see every single one and it still makes my day to re-read them!

But also GOD I love this idea too and I got way too carried away with this. There's a lot of TWST I gotta catch up on (haven't been able to start chapter 7 yet) so I had to work with what I've got in terms of knowledge of Diasomnia.

I hope this was well worth the wait~! (OG scenario here btw)

Pomefiore

♡ Time passes at Night Raven College, and life continues to move on, as it always has. It’s been months without a single shred of your memories resurfacing, and with no sign of anything returning anytime soon the attention has turned from your past, to your present. Your memory loss has become a simple fact of life at this point, a reality that you had to put on the back burner with everything else that had happened since your arrival and during the winter holidays. You’re thankful that the needless prodding seems to have died down by the time that students start returning back to the school and classes resume. Things return to the only sense of normalcy you’ve ever known, and you think you can get used to this without another incident.

♡ Until VDC happens.

♡ Ramshackle is the only place you have to call home, but even you can admit that it needs a lot of work. It’s a poor excuse for a building, considering the state that it had been left in far before anyone called it home. It at least had running water, and electricity, but compared to the other dorms and their meticulous upkeep by both students and staff, Ramshackle is most certainly the odd dorm out with only two members and a handful of ghosts to its name. And yet it’s the place that the headmaster deems an acceptable place to host the VDC group during their month ‘training camp’.

♡ It makes it easier knowing that you’re good friends with the majority of the group, having been through plenty before the training camp even started. In some weird way it’s kind of like a month-long sleepover with your friends and classmates, not unlike the times Kalim’s dragged you over to Scarabia for the night in the name of making fond memories. Still, you can’t help but feel cautious around the Pomfiore members you now have living under your roof, and how little you actually know about them.

♡ By this point, the fact that you’ve got no memories prior to ending up in Twisted Wonderland is pretty much common knowledge amongst the people who bother to keep tabs on you. And considering how Pomefiore’s got the likes of Rook, a skilled hunter who has a penchant for people watching anyone who catches his eye, you’ve got no doubts that they’re well aware of your circumstances.

♡That, and Crowley’s a loudmouth when it comes to his generosity about your ‘unfortunate situation’. That headmaster is really starting to test your patience…

♡ While Vil is strict, he’s by no means cruel, and is at least polite when you first allow them all into your home. He thankfully doesn’t pity you like you worried he would - you’ve had enough of the pitying looks some people give you when they think you’re not looking. Your lack of a past isn’t something you want to dwell on, Vil can see that clearly with how thoroughly you throw yourself into the training camp alongside your friends and new acquaintances. Not to mention that you act as a surprisingly good buffer between the members whenever tensions start to arise with the upcoming deadline. 

♡ It’s admirable really - a single minded little spudling if he’s ever seen one. You’ve got promise, if you keep up that resilient attitude, so Vil offers you no quarter in getting you just as involved in this little training excursion as the others are, if only to help you flourish with enough memories of this upcoming event to last you for a lifetime. 

♡ With that being said your thirst for knowledge isn’t to be underestimated, and once you find out that Vil’s pretty much a celebrity and acting prodigy you’re intrigued. Vil’s walking past the living room after the group’s come back from another day training at the ballroom and freezes once he hears his own voice coming through the door. Sure enough you’re lounging over the couch watching one of the more obscure movie titles Vil’s acted in on the phone Crowley ‘gifted’ you before winter break. There’s a blunt honesty when you praise his work once you notice you’ve got an audience. Sure, it’s praise he’s heard from adoring fans and critics more times than he could ever hope to recall, but it’s not something you’re saying just to try and get in his good books. When you offhandedly mention that he looks a little happier in the roles where he’s not the villain, noting that they suit him and that whatever world you’re from he’d probably be a big hit, you swear that he gets a bit smug, apparently pleased by whatever you’d said. You may not know all the ins and outs of this world yet, but Vil’s at least sure you’ve got taste. Which is why he turns a convenient blind eye at the treats you smuggle up to Grim and your room after he’s sure you swore to Ace and Deuce to follow along with their no-sweet regime.

♡ Rook is observant, and it’s hard for people not to feel like he’s prying a bit too much into their personal lives when they happen to gain the huntsman’s attention. Perhaps it’s because you’ve got a relatively blank slate, or that you’re so focused on forging ahead to whatever comes next that you’ll get involved at a moment’s notice. Whatever the quality it has piqued his interest, and from the moment that the camp starts he’s committing every little detail about you to memory. 

♡ You may not see it, but there’s so many details in the actions that you do and your daily routines that tell the story of who you are to whoever is diligent enough to listen. It’s in your mannerisms and the way you engage with everything around you, all easily missed to the untrained eye. It’s beautiful in its own way, and Rook is nothing if not an appreciator of that beauty. 

♡ Your homestead at Ramshackle is but another shining example of who you are as well. Having nothing but the clothes on your back and a basic understanding of how to function when you first arrived, it’s clear that you’ve made a concentrated effort to at least make the place liveable for you and Grim; not just as a shelter, but as a home. Because of course this is the only place you can call home, and Rook is sure to treat it with the respect such an important place deserves.

♡ Epel doesn’t really know what to make of you at first. You’re from a different world entirely, for one thing, and not having any kind of past beyond school makes him feel a bit awkward about interacting with you. According to Vil, Epel’s still rather rough around the edges, and when his emotions get the better of him he’s been known to put his foot in it and say something that comes off blunt and snappy. Plus, surely there was only so much the two of you could talk about that wasn’t VDC or school related, right?

♡ He’s proven wrong when that huge batch of apple juice from his nana back home is delivered to Ramshackle’s doorstep. All it takes is him mentioning to Kalim that his hometown is known for its apples, and before he can even elaborate your voice chimes in with a helpful “Oh,the village of Harvest, right?” that has Epel’s attention snapping over to you so quickly you think you’ve done something wrong.

♡How did you even know that? His hometown’s barely on the map to begin with, so it genuinely makes him freeze when you recognize it so quickly. The question bugs him until he’s able to ask you about it later, where he finds out just how much you’ve thrown yourself into learning about this world you’ve ended up in. You’re excited that someone’s finally asking you about stuff that you do know, and you pretty much end up talking poor Epel’s ear off for the rest of the evening, telling him all kinds of facts you’ve read up on regarding his hometown’s history and culture. Hell, you spout off a few facts that even he didn’t know about, and he doesn’t miss the proud grin on your face once you learn that.

♡Surprisingly, you want to hear more from Epel too. About the place he grew up, the people he grew up with - his family especially. You’ve had some time to process your own grief around your potential family and your life back home, and though there’s still a twinge of jealousy that sparks up on the bad days you don’t want it to hinder the people that you care about right now. And so you sit, and you listen, prodding him for as much information as he’s willing to give. He practically has to send a message to his nana there and then thanking her on your behalf for all the juice when you learn that she was the one kind enough to send them all over. It’s the only way to get you off of his back about it, but there’s no denying that it’s actually kind of nice having someone who’s genuinely curious about his upbringing, instead of snooping or looking down on it.

♡Even after VDC you’re surprised to find that Pomefiore’s promptly nestled itself into your life. With everything that took place before and after the group's performance it only made sense that they’ve bonded to their newest potato, just be prepared for what exactly that entails. Expect plenty of gifts in the form of the latest cosmetic brands and accessories to be delivered to Ramshackle (much to Grim’s disappointment because it’s not food.) You’ve even had yourself called all the way over to Pomefiore’s dorm only to come back with entire outfits just because you let slip once that Crowley’s budget for your dorm doesn’t cover enough to justify buying anything more than your uniform. 

♡ Those aren’t the only gifts you receive too. Often when you’re hanging out with the first year group Epel’s got one thing or another that his family back home has practically strong-armed him into giving to you. He’s talked about you to his folks a few times thanks to the whole apple incident, and Marja herself has made Epel remind you more than a couple times that you’re always welcome at the village of Harvest when the next school breaks come up. Did that embarrass Epel? Yes. Did it make him panic when you immediately teared up because of how touching it was? Also yes. 

♡ Pomefiore’s final gifts are small, but mean just as much. They also confuse the hell out of you because when did they even show up??? They’re specific things - things related to your hobbies like new books, CD’s, Movies of your favorite genre for you to enjoy (in case Crowley ever caves and gets you that TV on sale at Sam’s store that he’s been promising you for weeks now goddammit-). All placed somewhere that you’re sure to find them. These gifts are well thought out and honestly mean a lot once you realize who they’re from. Not to mention that there’s a folder with a beautiful decorated cover amongst these little surprises, a clear label reading ‘Memory book’ in very familiar handwriting. Thank god the mystery is solved once you find out Grim’s being bribed with tuna by a certain bob-cut huntsman to drop all these things off at Ramshackle (Grim was supposed to give them to you in hand, but he always gets too bored to do so before you get back from school.) So long as you come to terms with the fact that you’ve been pseudo-adopted into Pomfiore’s ranks by the end of it, it’s honestly kind of nice.

♡Just maybe don’t tell Vil that you may have accidentally made friends with his biggest rival on the day of the event because you ran into him backstage. Rook is certainly happy about it - Vil not so much.

Ignihyde

♡ Your friendship with the housewarden of Ignihyde can be rather prickly in light of everything that’s happened, especially after the events with S.T.Y.X. Before that your only real contact with the Shroud brothers was through Ortho, during your first run in at the audition waiting room. You didn’t hide your excitement once you learned that Idia had made the vocal synthesizer that Ortho was using for the VDC auditions, marveling about how cool it was and asking question after question about how he did it. Ortho is more than happy to answer each and every question you have and then some - especially once you learned Technomancy was a thing and just about lit up like a lightbulb. In fact Ace and Deuce basically have to strong arm you away from the conversation in the end because you’re gonna end up making them late for the damn audition. 

♡ You at least have the chance to call out to Ortho to tell his brother that he sounds awesome and his stuff is cool before the ballroom door shuts behind you. And that’s exactly what he tells Idia as soon as he’s back from the auditions. Idia thinks that you’re just pulling his leg and don’t actually mean any of the nice things that you say, and it takes Ortho insisting on playing it to him on his memory bank multiple times to prove just how genuinely nice and excited you sounded.

♡ Idia doesn’t really expect to hear anything from you after that, but hoo boy is he mistaken because once you’ve gotten in one of the Shroud boys’ good books the other one (reluctantly) follows. Not that he has much of a choice, because not even a couple of days after the auditions Idia’s getting added to a group chat with him, Ortho and you. It’s supposedly because you’d wanted to ask him a few more questions about his tech, and after Ortho had mentioned his brother probably wouldn’t like the face to face grilling, a group chat with the younger Shroud as the middleman was born. Grim sometimes forces his way into the conversation, but that usually involves him demanding you to write down the texts for him or slapping the nearest meme on your phone into the chat completely out of context.

♡Ortho has a lot of fun chatting with you because he shares your passion for learning things, and the two of you become thick as thieves over it before and after he officially becomes a student. He’s basically got the internet at his fingertips at all times, alongside a variety of other tools that basically make the younger Shroud brother a walking hub of information. You, for one, are absolutely living your best life because whatever odd subject has caught your attention, no matter the question you can always ask Ortho and he is more than happy to provide you whatever fun fact you’re looking for within a matter of moments. You get a bit quiet once he mentions the memories he was given during his creation, but that’s to be expected given the circumstances that you’re working with.

♡ At first, getting Idia to even pop up in the chat is like pulling on a gacha - you’ve got a good 2% chance of him actually interacting, though he does check in a lot more than you’d expect. With time however, and more than a little persistence on your part, you’ll find cracks in Idia’s defenses. He finds it easier to talk to people behind the safety of a screen, and it's not like you’re forcing him to interact with you so that at least gets you some brownie points. Granted, expect him to prod juuuuust a little bit if the topic of your memories come up in chat. He’s sure he hasn’t got enough of a bond rank with you yet

♡Things go up in the air when S.T.Y.X breaks into NRC.

♡ It was one thing having all of these people who you’d come to call friends suddenly stolen away, but losing Grim? The one who’s been your rock since you first showed up who’s been a part of every single memory you’ve made? If Rook wasn’t already planning to sneak out to find them you would have tore through their headquarters with your bare hands to get that damn tuna loving weird rock eating fluff ball back. Once you found out what S.T.Y.X actually had their hands in, especially considering the Lethe River system you were pissed. If you didn’t know for a fact that you were from another world entirely, and that the system operated to a very specific set of procedures for rewriting and erasing set memories, you would have thought that it had something to do with your own memory erasure. If that was the case you probably would have throttled the poor older Shroud; but because you know the truth, and the system itself is down for the next few centuries you settle for being absolutely livid about it. 

♡ It’s a sore spot, hitting a little too close to home knowing that there’s people out there who have had memories taken away from them or altered to protect S.T.Y.X’s existence. It’s nothing like your own situation, but you can’t help feeling angry for them. And on top of that, seeing all of those phantoms and knowing that they could have been your friends if you hadn’t been able to bring them back from their overblots? You may try to think of every memory being worth it, but you learn that some bad memories keep you up at night for days after you’re all finally home.

♡ Your friendship with the brothers is tentatively built back up after this, but it takes a bit of work. Idia’s convinced that you’re never going to want anything to do with either of them again after all that’s happened. So convinced that he nearly has a heart attack when you reach out into the group chat once you’ve had time to process things and recover.

♡ Gonna be honest, the wonderlink he gets for you and Grim becomes a huge olive branch once you’re settled back at Ramshackle. Your determination to make memories alongside not having a clue how the gaming system works leads to you either calling Idia over the phone or actually wrangling him into coming over to play with you. Whether by accident or purpose most of the games you purchased on the system he gave you are multiplayer and you insist that there’s absolutely no way just the two of you can place and that you need a gaming expert. Of course Idia sees through your poorly veiled attempts to get him to socialize, but you must have pulled some cheat code because you somehow manage to get him over to play with you two. Just be ready to have more than a few memories of losing - he’s a gaming pro for a reason, after all.

Diasomnia

♡ You’ve firmly wormed your way into the Diasomnia circle from the moment that you first encountered Malleus, whether you realize it at first or not. 

♡ Mallues may not be the most intimately involved in the school's affairs or gossip, but even he’s heard talk of the prefect from another world with neither magic nor memories to their name. The lack of magical aptitude wasn’t anything to bat an eye at, though it was unfortunate given your current enrollment at one of the top arcane colleges in the world. But to have no recollections of your life prior to enrolling? In a place where no one can recognize you or give you the answers that you’re looking for? Truly, an unfortunate set of circumstances you’ve been dealt.

♡ He did not expect to cross paths with this infamous prefect on Ramshackle’s grounds not long after word of them popped up. The old bones of the place were a comfort to Malleus on many nightly walks; when he finds out that it’s no longer as abandoned as he first thought he’s sour at the knowledge that he’ll have to find another place to pass his time in peace. The last thing that Malleus expects is you being bold enough not only to approach him, but to greet him so casually as you none too subtly try to pry into what he’s doing walking around your dorm grounds. 

♡ Perhaps you’ve lost more than just your memories, as there’s not even a shred of trepidation or cautiousness as you so boldly interact with the fae. Not only that but you listen, looking up at him not with the nervousness or even fear that he’s seen in the faces of most of NRC’s students, but with curiosity. You’re a stranger to this world, so you don’t yet know the name Malleus Draconia, nor the face the name is tied to. For once your lack of knowledge works to someone’s benefit, and an unusual bond is formed.

♡ Your friendship with Malleus is an interesting exchange - you provide him company and idle conversation whenever he spirits away to Ramshackle; and he provides you company in turn, as well as a willing ear for you to confide in. Sure, your friends have told you that you can talk to them about your problems, but for some reason you’re able to open up easily to Mal. Maybe it’s because of just how little you know about him, right down to his very name - he’s just as much of a blank slate to you as yourself. So you find yourself sharing your worries about where you came from, or the life you lived before this, or the general distress of not knowing the first thing to do about getting your memory back. 

♡ Even after all these months it still weighs heavily on you, Malleus can see it in the tired expression that wears on your face when you recall all the things you’ve done to bring back even a shred of your old identity until your head’s pounding and your eyes ache. He hates seeing you troubling yourself over it, and more than once he’s found himself flickering through old books and tomes that haven’t been touched in centuries back home with the small hope to relieve some of that burden from your mind.

♡ On a happier note, Malleus will quite happily fill you in on subjects that peak your interest. He may have lived a fairly isolated life up until his enrollment here, but even what he does know about NRC and the world outside of it he’ll share with you, if only to see the way your expression lights up in wonder hearing everything he has to share.

♡ This dynamic changes very little, aside from the fact that now that you know his true identity these interactions are no longer purely one sided in the sense that you don’t have to wait around for him to just magically appear like you have been for months. Now he’s the one being surprised by your presence when you come knocking on Diasomnia’s doors looking to hang out. Surprising, but it honestly makes the young Draconia’s day having you march through his dorm’s halls wanting to spend time with him, encouraging him to talk about his day and asking how Roaring Drago is doing as you do so. 

♡ It’s an unusual feeling, having someone’s undivided attention simply because they enjoy your company, and that you leave such an impressionable impact on their memory. Your memory is a precious commodity considering your unique circumstances, and Malleus realizes that he wants to be in as many fond memories as you’ll allow him to.

♡ Though he has to admit, Malleus can’t shake the conflict that dwells in his chest whenever the topic of your home world comes up. Perhaps it’s just in your nature to yearn for something you’ve never known, but he wonders if you’re thinking about it because your worried about your ties to this world. He hopes that once you realize the life that you’re building here, and the memories that you’re making with him and your friends will be enough to convince you to stay. But that day is far away, and so he pushes it to the back of his mind in favor of enjoying the time spent with his closest friend, for however long it lasts…

♡Lilia, catches onto the friendship you’ve got with Malleus quickly, because of course there’s no hiding how much happier Malleus has become. You’re an interesting case yourself, being able to tackle most of the problems that Ramshackle has to offer you and come out the other side as unscathed as you can be. That coupled with the increased amount of time you begin spending around Daisomnia and its students is more than enough reason to catch this guy’s attention. He learns about your memory loss early on, especially considering that it’s pretty much the talk of the school once the information drops. He won’t prod you about it like some of the younger students might, however; he’s been on this earth long enough to recognize a sore subject when he sees one. 

♡ And so he sets about learning things about you in the present rather than the past. Your likes, dislikes, favorite foods, how easily shocked you get when he tries one of his infamous surprise appearances. Lilia’s very easygoing so it’s rather easy to get along with him, not to mention being a dad he’s got the comforting parental presence down pat when he wants to use it. He’s an easy person to let your guard down around, and admit things you usually wouldn’t. Maybe that’s why you end up talking to him about the what-if’s of your previous life.

♡ It’s a moment of weakness, you let one of your idle thoughts about your family back home slip, asking aloud if there’s anyone there to actually miss you. Lilia doesn’t miss the somber chuckle as you admit that you’re a little jealous - Sebek has his parents, and Silver has Lilia. You want a family like that. You try to lighten the mood by jokingly asking why someone can’t whisk you away into their family already, thinking about that time Kalim very nearly got you adopted into his family once he learned of your memory loss. You don’t expect an answer, much less for the moment to suddenly be broken as the fae pats your head ruffling your hair. No doubt he’s made your hair a mess by the action, but you’re more focused on the grin Lilia gives you when he mentions always wanting a big family - he’s sure Silver wouldn’t mind having a new sibling!

♡Unrelated but Lilia loves sharing old stories with you. Some of the things he shares you vaguely recall reading about in some history books at the library; some of those books were so old you have to wrack your brain trying to do the mental gymnastics to figure out exactly how old he is. He is thoroughly entertained seeing the mild existential crisis inducing cogs turning in your head as he continues his tales, waiting for you to inevitably jump into the story to prod him for more information. Just wait until Malleus shows you that one textbook that’s got Lilia’s portrait in; Lilia doesn’t hear the end of it when you come flying into his room mid game with the textbook in hand demanding to know how the hell he looks the same in a portrait taken centuries ago and waiting like a stubborn child next to his chair as he finishes the raid he’s working through with Gloomurai.

♡ Maybe if you weren’t so desperate for answers, you would have noticed that his friend’s gamer tag looks kinda familiar…

♡ Offered to cook you your favorite dish once. You thought it was a nice gesture, until Sebek and Silver made a joint effort to wrangle you away from the scene, basically pleading with Lilia to please not step foot into the kitchen. That’s probably one thing you’re better off not learning about…

♡ When Sebek first runs into you at NRC, he almost fools himself into thinking that you’re playing up the amnesia for some unforeseen gain. He’s not the first student to have had their doubts, and honestly you can’t entirely blame him for just how weird ‘complete memory loss aside from remembering basic functions and muscle memory’ sounds even without the whole context of this being a world governed by magic. However, what makes Sebek different is that he approaches the subject about as delicately as a falling brick. You’re only half listening as he’s demanding answers for things you don’t even know yourself, already fed up with the whole rigmarole of people throwing questions about your amnesia at you.

♡There’s only so much you can hear about memories this, hiding that before you snap back, hissing out that you’d give just about anything for it to be a lie rather than spending every night guessing where you’ve come from and who you’ve left behind while he’s got the luxury of knowing the kind of life he’s lived before this damn school. That shuts him up faster than you’ve ever seen, jaw snapping closed so hard you swear you hear his teeth click together as you turn heel and generate as much distance between the two of you as possible. 

♡ He feels guilty afterwards; Sebek may be a bit of a livewire but even he knows when he’s taken things a bit too far, and it’s clear to see his prying has left you feeling more than a little bitter towards him. Thankfully team dad Lilia is right there to offer advice on smoothing things over in a way that doesn’t result in things looping back around to the original argument. It takes a little while to come to terms with the fact that Sebek genuinely didn’t mean any malice in his prodding; with him on a determined path to become a knight worthy to protect Malleus he wants to know that he can trust you before allowing any kind of potential friendship to form. The way that he went about it however was blunt and came off way ruder than intended; that’s something you can both agree on when he bellows out an apology in the middle of the damn hallway when you cross paths the next day.

♡ He comes to respect how diligently you work despite your initial setbacks coming to Twisted Wonderland with such limited knowledge. What he once thought was an attempt to pry into things for malicious gain he finds is actually just a desire to understand the world around you and the people who inhabit it. Sebek has relayed his respect to you before, in his own way, and thankfully you’ve spent enough time around him to know that he genuinely means every word of it. 

♡ Will actively spur on your thirst for knowledge. The first time he lent you a book because he thought the material would give you something to think about, he fully expected it to be weeks before you’d finished. Cut to the next night and you’re unceremoniously dropping that same book onto his bedroom desk, sitting down next to him as you exclaim how cool the book was and your favorite highlights. 

♡ Of course Sebek quizzes you about it, but when it’s clear you’ve actually taken an interest in the book he’s given you expect to be walking home that night with a new pile of them to pour over to your heart's content. He’s got his own passion for books, and the pair of you bond over this shared activity a lot more than people realize. Lilia almost can’t believe his eyes how quickly Sebek’s hot-blooded attitude simmers down into something more tempered whenever you come over to gush about the latest book he’s recommended to you.

♡You made a joke once about being adopted by Sebek’s parents while he was on call back home, if only to get a laugh out of the smoldering glare he shot you from the other side of the couch. That laugh however breaks out into a full on cackle hearing his parents actually agreeing with you as you shuffle across the couch and pluck the phone from Sebek’s hands while he’s frozen in shock. His mom is thrilled; Sebek, decidedly, is not, as a pillow from the couch goes sailing across the room as you flee from the scene, disappearing into Daisomnia’s halls with Sebek’s phone to tell your second adopted family all about how he’s been making them proud at NRC.

♡ Silver doesn’t miss the signs that you’ve essentially been pseudo-adopted by his father and the other Diasomnia members, though he doesn’t know that you haven’t clocked onto it yet. Considering how Malleus considers you a close confidant, Lilia is basically treating you like another one of his children, and Sebek seems to actually enjoy having you around it’s easy to think that you’ve noticed just how much everyone cares for you. And of course you care for them in return; more than once you’ve stopped by during Silver and Sebek’s training with something from the cafeteria, or you’ve brought the oddest little things you’ve found at Sam’s shop to show off how cool they are (all of which he’s pretty sure he’s seen scattered around Malleus’ room whenever you bring a new item to the dorm.)

♡ You’re quickly becoming such an integral part of Diasomnia’s life that it’s getting harder to imagine a time without you here, and these guys have become all you’ve ever known in the same way. So it’s shocking to Silver when one of the other students mentions that you’ve basically been adopted into the dorm - you’re there so much you’re practically family anyway - and he sees your reaction. You freeze, jaw slack as you process what you’ve just heard. You hardly even notice Grim swiping the sandwich Silver brought you for lunch in your shock, instead glancing up at the Diasomnia boy as if to confirm what you just heard

♡ When he gives you a confused look in return and asks why you’re so shocked since they’re right he practically watches you go through several stages of emotions, right before you’re grabbing him by the lapel of his uniform and guide him to follow you as you bolt over to Crowley’s office. The poor headmaster doesn’t hear the end of your demanding for Grim and yourself to be made honorary Diasomnia members after this. If they’re adopting you, then by the seven you’re getting it in writing from the bird man himself.

♡ Silver mentions once that he wouldn’t mind if you really were adopted into the family. It’s right as he’s on the cusp of another one of his naps, leaning up against your shoulder when he lets slip that he’d be proud to have a sibling like you without thinking anything of it - because of course it’s true, it's just a thought he hasn’t voiced out loud before. Cut to Lilia coming in a minute or two later to check in only to find his son conked out on your shoulder while you’re a blubbering mess over the fact that someone genuinely wants you as part of their family. Lilia feels only marginally bad when he reaffirms the sentiment, him casually throwing out that he already sees you as Silver’s little sibling resulting in you crying harder.

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So helpful ! Joel miller

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Warning: Dark and perv! joel miller, AFAB!reader, male and female masturbation, dub con, drug use, male voyeuristic, light stalking, breaking and entering lmao, Joel is 55, reader is 24, somewhat established relationship (she be in his apartment), my punctuation (sorry I’m a American and texan)

Gif not mine!

A/N: first public drabble to post in quite a while. Getting thoughts onto here are harder than it sounds be patient I do a lot of drugs but have lots of ideas. So yeah enjoy!

Helpful neighbor!Joel miller installed your rings cameras for you. How sweet! When he tested them he connected his phone up to it. Now he has access to your house inside and out but you don’t know that.

Since moving into your apartment things have been great! The area is perfect you’re not too close to town but if you need anything it’s not a long drive. The neighbors are also great! There’s Martha who lives across your apartment, there’s Josh and Cathy who live to the right of you, and then to the left is Joel Miller, 55 years old and utterly attractive. Joel wasn’t a man of many words but he was very helpful, especially whenever you needed help.

It started off small at first a few stolen Amazon packages, your plants outside your door knocked over, but what finally pushed you into getting the cameras was when you came home one night and your apartment was broken into. Nothing was stolen thank god and your cat didn’t run too far, Joel was able to catch her and keep her at his place.

Too scared to sleep at your place for the night Joel offered his apartment for you until you felt safe. That night you ordered the cameras.

“How come none of these cameras are easy install? I have to have some sort of power tool.” You say to Joel as you sit as his breakfast bar scrolling Amazon. He’s currently in the kitchen making something to eat for you, his way of apologizing cause he wasn’t there to stop the break in.

“I could install them for you, I do have the power tools for it.” He says turning around pan in hand as he scoops out the pasta he made onto your plate.

“I’m gonna be busy this week, it’s okay I’ll just wait till I-“

“I can install them it won’t be a problem, I can come early in the morning.” Joel goes running in the morning and when you’re leaving for work he’s coming back from his run.

“Thank you Joel, for everything.” Reaching over you grab his hand and for a moment no one says anything and it’s quiet besides your cats collar making noise. Him making dinner and you just sitting there. It’s domestic, something Joel didn’t think he’d have after Sarah left for college 2 years ago.

He can’t help but kinda feel bad for breaking into your apartment. He just wanted to have something from you. His thick fingers trailing over your pillow, leaning over his nose fills with your scent, the scent of your vanilla shampoo lingers. Joels slowly walking around seeing fragments of your life scattered around the small apartment, clothes pouring out the closet, your bong on the living room table that’s half smoked, your cat curled up on your side of the bed. Before he leaves he passes your laundry room, right on top of the laundry basket there’s a black lace thong. Joel pockets it.

🫶🏻

By the time you get out the shower Joel is knocking at the door. You stand there and think get dressed or open it. Latching your towel around you tightly you rush to the front door. “I’m sorry Joel but I’m running late.” Joel stands their tool bag in hand as you rush back into the bathroom. Droplets of water trailing on the floor behind you.

“The box is on the counter! Just put a camera in each room please!” Joel stands there for a moment as his gaze fixes to the cracked bathroom door, steam coming from the room, your cat poking it’s head in to see you, and your shadow moving against the door showing you beginning to dress.

Twenty minutes later you emerge from the bathroom hair dry, makeup done, and clothed. You come out to see Joel standing on a step ladder in the corner of your living room. He’s drilling the camera into the wall, flannel tied around his waist as his back and arm muscles contract under his gray shirt. He stops and then turns to see you and he smiles.

“Good morning sunshine, are you about to leave?” You nod your head at him as you gather your bags together. “I’ll try to finish up quick-“

“It’s all good, here you can leave whenever.” You hold out your hand and in it is a little silver key. It’s quite a big step in Joel’s eyes but to you he’s someone you can trust. He takes the key, smiles and as he slips it in his pocket his fingers rub against your thong that’s also in there.

“I’ll see you later Joel, thanks again.” And with that you’re out the door.

An hour later and Joel’s done. He sits on your couch and pulls your bong you tried to “hide” behind the couch and hits it as the ring app loads up. As he’s connecting his phone to the cameras, and looking at the angles he can see you at he notices the little blue light in the corner. Reaching into his tool bag he digs around grabbing a sharpie and starts coloring over the blue dot.

🫶🏻

It’s late by the time you come back home but Joel is still awake waiting just for you. He gets up from his couch and heads to his bedroom where yours is adjacent just on the other side of the thin wall. He decides to use the cameras. Pulling out his phone his finger hesitates over the app he thinks about it for a second. Thinks about how you’ve been so nice to him, it’s under false pretense of course but it’s still genuine niceness.

The thought doesn’t last long cause Joel can hear your shower turn on so he presses on the camera app and opens the one in your room.

He can see you sitting on your bed rolling a joint in nothing but your panties. He swallows hard as you nod your head along to the music softly playing. He wishes he could be over there to greet you everyday to run your shower and cook dinner, to fuck you stupid till you’re not thinking anymore.

His cock starts to press against the lining of his pajama pants. He rubs his hand over the clothed erection as he watches you more. You finish rolling and begin your search for a lighter. Prancing around in your panties Joel’s mind goes dark. He thinks about how you’re just freely out here. He knows that you don’t know he’s watching you but he can’t help but think that this is a show you’re putting on for him. His own personal show. Just. For. Him

His fingers are yanking down his waistband and pulling them over his balls. He’s really hard now. Opening up his hand he spits into it and then lubes himself up. Starting out slow, his pointer finger and thumb squeezing the tip as he begins to jerk himself. You’re laying on your stomach, legs kicking behind you as you smoke your joint. Joel doesn’t mind the smell honestly he might buy weed from you later.

“Fucking tease.” He hisses out as he begins to make his grip tighter and pace faster. He’s not looking at the cameras anymore as he strokes himself only thinking of you and how you’d be such a sweet girl for him. Reaching down to cup his balls Joel is punched back to reality when he hears his name just slightly.

Ripping one of his hands away from himself he grabs his phone and sees you. Fucking slut, hands between your legs, joint between your lips chanting his name low. He came right then and there, massaging the cum all over his dick in his hand as he moans at the sight of you. A few minutes later of watching you, your hands slips away and you lay there catching your breath. Swinging your legs over the bed you hop up, smush the joint in the ash tray and then kick the bathroom door close.

Joel saw that he able to save that whole video. He did and he rewatched it 2 more times. Hearing your sweet voice whimper his name as you play with your clit. Unknowingly you just got Joel addicted. He needed you bad.

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Painting Rain [Kyle Spencer]

Hurt/Comfort

Your most recent artwork failed to get sold, and as luck would have it, the rain soaked the canvas. Kyle sees nothing but the positive in the painting.

This has been in the works for ages, I'm so glad to be able to finally get it out.

No one's perspective.

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"Welp...maybe next time..with the exact same painting." You muttered, an umbrella in one hand, and a large canvas painting in the other. It was an oil and a recreation of your home painting. A sweet, small park. The trees were shades of green and yellow. The grass was dewy and bright. Yet not enough to beat a recreation of the Mona Lisa. They had your respect for recreating such a painting. But in your mind, a small, bright park, filled with life and whimsy, was better than an overrated painting from an artist you didn't like.

The rain poured and heavily pattered on your umbrella as you walked. The amount of rain made it impossible for you to see where you going, so you just powered through the rain and kept going. The noise was the only thing you listened to and no thought passed by you.

But pounding music and almost strobing lights distracted you. A glance over, and you were in front of a college house. Ah, Kyle's place. Just the person you need right now. Just letting out a sigh, you quickly retracted your umbrella. Cringing as soon as the most killer rain hit your head. But you jumped up the stairs and into the large place. If you were overwhelmed by the rain and your disappointment, the music and lights just made it worse.

So, as people were giving you drunk and hazy stares, you rushed up the case of stairs, attempting to get away from everyone. There was one room that wasn't being used, and you decided it was the best one to sit in for a while. Setting your painting down gently, you admired it a bit more. Thank god the oil topper was painted over the scene. Otherwise, the rain would have made it drip onto the dark street.

"Woah, that's a pretty good painting!" A voice brought you out of your thoughts. Kyle saw you walk in, so he followed you slowly, wanting to make sure you were okay. "Why'd you bring it here?"

"Cause I lost the competition earlier. And it's a cliché that it started to rain halfway through. Sooo, I was walking home and came across yours." An awkward chuckle left you as you sat on Kyle's bed, feeling slightly embarrassed about the weather even though it wasn't in your control. He chuckled and sat by you, placing a hand over your shoulder. Sighing, all you did was lean into him, almost snuggling into him a bit.

"Who won it?" The tipsy man asked, reaching for your head and giving you a few scratches as comfort. As you replied with the Mona Lisa replication, he let out almost a large, heavyy sigh. He picked you up as best he could and laid beside you on his bed. "Nah your painting is probably better."

"Yeah probably! Probably." A little chuckle leaving you.

"Wrong wording?" He grinned, rubbing little circles into your back, between your shoulder blades. Kyle also gave you a small kiss on your forehead which made you move closer to him.

"No, just...yeah." You sighed into Kyle's chest, gripping slightly onto his back. All you wanted was silence. As much silence as you could get despite a party going on downstairs. The pounding music was almost felt in your heart as your heart hearts were fast and nervous.

"It's alright, don't even worry." The man smiled against your forehead as he kissed it again. But you wanted to worry, you just felt betrayed. The judge was so excited and happy with your painting. No one else got the reaction you did, so your heart yearned for a win. Your first win in these competitions, only to be taken away from you with a shitty re-creation.

Peppering kisses over your face made you giggle a little, which immediately gave Kyle another smile. "there's my giggly darling."

"Shut up."

"No. I love you."

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[miyuhpapayuh]

twenty

“Oh my god, I know it's been a week but where the hell have you been??” Nique asks Zora, right before jumping damn near on top of her outside of her apartment.

“Nique!” She laughs, catching her before they both hit the ground, all the while Leon's coming up with her suitcase, staring between the two like they were crazy.

“What—”

“Lank!” Nique squeals, smacking him up for all the days she wasn't able to. Just like a sister. He chuckles and swats at her, ultimately pulling her into a bear hug.

“Missed you short stuff!”

“Yeah, y'all just left us behind out here!” She laughs, following them into the apartment.

“It was only a week! You didn't miss us that much!” Zora laughs, leaning on her kitchen counter, while Leon plops down on the sofa.

“I did, too! Darnell missed Leon so damn much, he's been tearing my ear up about all the shit they used to get into in college— getting on my nerves, man!” She laughs, making them join in.

“Ah, he done told you about some wild ass shit ain't he?”

“Has he! What's up with y'all and streaking?!”

“I'm not even surprised,” Zora laughs, moving to take her suitcase into her room.

“Man, we was proud of them track bodies, girl! They was gon see us!” He animatedly yells.

“Oh my god,” Nique laughs, rolling her eyes. “How can I save Zora from the madness??”

“It's already too late!” She yells from her bedroom, making them snicker up a storm.

“Stop laughing Nique! It's too late for you, too!”

“Nah for real, y'all treatin’ each other nice?” Leon asks, first time he's asked about their relationship.

“Yeah, he's really a sweetheart. Might like his ass too much,” she laughs, “but that's my baby.”

“Aw, that's cute! I'm happy for y'all.”

“Thanks!”

“Nique, I need assistance right quick!” Zora hollers again, making Nique disappear down the hallway.

“Yes?”

“Are we having a sleepover tonight?”

“Uh, duh! I need to be caught up, cause Neoma told me some things about some things, and I gotta hear it from you to piece it all together.”

“Oh lord. This finna be a mess.”

“My favorite!”

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“Okay, spill!”

“So, before we went on this nice lil vacation, we ran into a little more bullshit. I'm assuming you heard about Craig and Eryn?”

“Have I? Eryn is ready to sink her teeth into that boy! I'm ready to do it for her, cause he knows he's wrong.”

“I agree! He definitely shoulda let them work that out, cause Eryn isn't a child anymore. I think that might've influenced his decision cause they've known her for so long— no excuse. She's grown now.”

“Yeah?? And I don't know how well the conversation between them went, but she still seems kinda sad about it all.”

“Really? I haven't talked to her since we left. But that's another thing! After Leon finds out about everything from Craig, he starts telling me about it, and I already kinda knew about it cause she sat down and told me, like a day or so before.”

“Oh no,” Nique says, shaking her head. “She got you all caught up in it, huh?”

“Yeah, but I'm not mad at her. She just needed advice. Leon did kinda blow up on me, though.”

“Huh??” Nique asks, damn near breaking her neck to look over at her.

“Yeah, he was feelin’ it that day, I don't know.” She shrugs.

“Zora, what do you mean he blew up on you? He yelled at you?”

“No, no. He cut me off while I was trying to talk to him about everything. He asked me if she ran it by me and I told him the truth cause I didn't wanna be in the middle, and he like hopped off the couch and I'm still telling him that I didn't wanna be in the middle cause now he's upset and he's saying that he ain't mad at me, but he also just pacing back and forth and I was kinda nervous, I ain't gon lie. And I'm just tryna reason with him and his fuse is really short, so he cut me off and shut the conversation down.” She sighs, eating another handful of popcorn.

“And then what happened??”

“Oh, he was definitely asking for forgiveness before leaving the crib, but I wasn't up for talking anymore. You don't cut me off and expect a conversation after that. Kissed his ass goodbye and he came to my job the next day with flowers and another apology. I think he almost cried tryna talk to me. Hell, I know I cried enough.” She laughs, while Nique is still staring at her.

“Do I need to kill him?”

“No,” she laughs again, reaching out to grab the hand that's closest to her. “He apologized. Several times. Took me home and made it up to me real nice. He's a good man, just has a temper problem.”

“Hm. I'll keep my guns near, just in case.”

“Lord. He knows not to test it. Trust.”

“Why? You tie him up when y'all got out to that cabin?”

“You're so nasty, no. I definitely taught him what patience is, cause he was killing my nerves.”

“How I'm nasty? I'm talking about straight torture shit! Shoulda muzzled his ass.” She huffs, but Zora shakes her head.

“You know I use my powers for good and not evil… anymore. He understood I wasn't playing. I promise you, he don't want whatever ill fate awaits him if he even thinks about it.”

“Okay, I'll let it go. This time.”

“Good, I'd hate for shorty and lank to call it quits!” She frowns, making Nique smile and shake her head.

“He better be glad I like him a lil bit, cause I'll still kill him. It just won't be as harsh as normal.” She shrugs.

“Girl, anyway. Back to Eryn. I hope she's okay. Maybe I'll call her in a few days.”

“Yeah, poor baby. I had to get your sister together a lil bit, too.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes. Done found a lil rockheaded boy to ride and now she lost her mind. Cause why was she bucking up at me cause I told her that she was wrong for giving him the okay to say shit to Leon?! Like I ain't wrong for saying that! Am I?”

“No. Absolutely not, she shouldn't have said anything to him but, “mind your business”, but you know how she is. Lovita is the same way. That older sister complex be havin’ them telling other people's kids what to do. Like how you giving him the go ahead??”

“That's what I tried to get her to make sense to me! Eryn wasn't mad at her, but I told her that she should be. Cause it's too many hands in this situation and she just an extra one that don't belong. Be a girlfriend, nothing more.”

“This really made you mad, huh?”

“Yes. Eryn is twenty five years old. She don't need nobody hovering over her back, snitching on her or whatever other stupid overstepping bullshit has been going on. We had a long heart to heart, cause I just feel like she's just been ridiculed by so many, she just needs some love.”

Zora nods, sighing deeply. “Yeah, I know that feeling. I feel for her, I do. But she did speak up for herself. Leon said she was not happy with him yelling at her, ‘cause she is fragile right now, and that's not the way you get your point across anyway.”

“Good for her! Lank and his friends need to get it together. Neoma needs to get it together before I knock her out.”

“Y'all still beefin’??”

“Nah, I'm just saying. I mean, she was mad as hell when I left but so the fuck what? I shoulda sat in her face while she was mad, but I had a nail appointment.” She raps, while Zora shakes her head, staring at her imaginary audience. “But she got over herself after a day or so. The three of us had lunch and shit like usual, she was fine.”

“Y'all are gonna give me gray hair.”

“Please, if all you have to do is hear about it, I think you'll be okay. Besides, you've been living your carefree life since that boy came into it, so I don't wanna hear it.”

Zora can't help but smile, knowing it was the truth. Besides the minor bump in the road, the last almost year of her life has been absolutely wonderful.

“It's about time, I say.”

“Here, here!” Nique faux toasts with a handful of popcorn.

“Stupid,” Zora laughs.

“And, you know this!”

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“Wow, I forgot how good you looked in your uniform.” Zora says, shamelessly gawking at Leon as he walks around his room to tidy up, before heading off to work.

He chuckles, feeling his face grow hot. “Alright now.”

“For real. I need to come watch you work out now, cause the way them arms are filling out that sweater..” she trails off, shaking her head.

He stops in front of her, beginning to put on a show and flex for her. She giggles, eating it up.

“You like that, huh?”

“Oh, please. Don't start!” She warns, laughing it off as best as she can.

“Don't be shy, baby!” He laughs, bringing his arms down anyway.

“Stop, before I keep you here.” She half jokes, and he can see the seriousness in her deep brown eyes.

“Hm.. I might just have to be a lil late today.” He replied, leaning in to kiss her, unbuttoning her nightshirt.

“Yeah?”

“Just a lil,” he repeats, laughing at himself.

She squeals in excitement, rushing to unbutton his jeans and yank them down with his briefs, moaning at the sight of his dick already hard and ready to go.

“See? This happens every day.” He stresses, stepping closer between her legs to rub against her, his hands at either side of her head.

Reaching between them, she wraps her hand around him, guiding him inside of her, looking up to see his mouth open, eyes stuck on her in pure lust.

“So fucking wet,” he mumbles, languidly stroking just to hear the way her slick smacked through the air. His head dipped down to give wet kisses to her breasts.

“That happens every day, too,” she softly laughs.

His thrusts turn curt, poking right at her gut, making her claw at his arms and chest through the thick material, her wild moans bouncing off the walls of his room.

“Unh! Fuck me, just like that!”

“Mhm, it feels good don't it?”

“Yes! Please don't stop! Please!”

“Shit… I ain't stoppin’ baby… make you cum right on this dick.”

Her fingers ball up the material of his shirt, quickly losing her sanity as he drives right into her spot, bringing them both closer to their peaks.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she whines, “fuckin’ hitting that spot, babyy!”

“Right here?”

“Yes, I'm so c-close!” She whines, pulling his face closer to hers as he cages her in, his scent evading her senses and vice versa.

“Cum with me,” he moans against her lips, gripping her hips tighter as she squeezes around him, giving him no choice but to give in to the sweet feeling.

“That was amazing,” she breathily laughs, smothering his lips with her own, much to his liking as he groans all into their liplock.

“I wanna be so much later now,” he chuckles, hissing as he slides out of her, still covered in her essence. Their breathing still ragged.

Zora licks her lips and gets on her knees on the bed, bending down to lick him clean. If he didn't have hearts for eyes already, they were definitely there now.

After sending him to work on a high he'd be on for a while, she went back to sleep for a few hours, woke back up and decided to channel her inner Leon and chef it up in his kitchen.

Her omelet was a success.

After a nice long hot shower and hygiene routine, she decided to get her mani/pedi redone. The color is orange.

Zora soon headed through the lounge with Leon's lunch in hand like always, loving the look on his face as he digs through the bag to see what she'd brought.

Today was a Cuban sandwich with fries, and he was more than delighted. “I've been craving one of these!”

“Yeah? I had one on my lunch break the other day, and it was so good! Had to get you one.”

“Thank you, baby.” He says with a kiss to her lips, as she sits down beside him.

“Welcome. How's your day been?”

“Great, actually. We got through most of our pallets already, so I might just get outta here early today.”

“Oh, I always love the sound of getting off work early! I hope you do make it home before six, today.”

"This morning gave me a lil extra motivation.” He nudges her with a smirk on his face, as she hides her own.

“Shut up,” she laughs as he wraps an arm around, pulling her closer to him. “But also, you're welcome.”

“Thank you sweet stuff. How's your day off been?” He asks, humming as he bites into his sandwich.

“Well, this morning was great,” she winks, making him chuckle. “But, I took a nap, got up and ate breakfast, then I went and got my toes done— they're orange like my nails, but my feet got cold so I had to put my socks back on. I'll show you later.” She smiles. “I've been laying around, other than that. It's too cold outside to be out there for too long.”

“What did you make?”

“An omelet. It was so good!” She smiles, making him mirror her in no time.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I gotta make you one. Use my secret ingredient.”

“Word? Let me find out you were a chef this whole time, Z.”

She laughs. “Oh come on, I'd never steal your lane. It's like a family secret but I add a lil sumn to mine. You'll love it, I promise.”

“I can't wait,” he fondly shakes his head, kissing her lips.

“Can't wait to see these cute ass toes either. Love ‘em.”

“You got a foot fetish?” She squints, to which he laughs.

“Zora, I've got a you fetish.”

“Oh my god,” she laughs to cover up the way she's just melted inside.

“Act like you ain't know,” he shakes his head, taking another couple bites of his sandwich.

“I don't wanna go back out in the cold. It's so bitter out there.” She says, looking out the big window in front of them.

“You ain't lying, babe. It's cold as fuck in the room we work in too. Metal insulation should've been installed a long time ago.”

“You need me to say something?” She asks, raising her brow.

“No, mama, I got it.” He snickers, kissing her forehead. 

“It better be in there by my next visit.” She firms, before leaning on him.

“They like yo pretty ass, ima tell ‘em so they can speed the process up.” He laughs.

“Whatever works, right?” She responds with a laugh of her own.

“Mmhm…whatchu feelin’ on me for, Jean?” He asks with a grin, already knowing what she was up to, rubbing on his knee, her hand casually sliding up.

“Ya know, just the sight of a hardworking man gets me going.”

“Yeah? Where's this hand of yours going?”

The way she licks her bottom lip, biting down on it before it escapes has him ready for whatever.

“I'll be waiting in the bathroom.” She says with a smile, before getting up from the table, leaving him dumbstruck.

She giggles before slipping into the employee bathroom, not having to wait long as he finally makes his way inside, locking the door behind himself.

“Hey.” She says, smirking as he walks them backwards into the counter, her body becoming flush with his, much to her liking.

“What's gotten into you, lately?” He playfully asks, rubbing her hips.

“I don't know, you said to ask for it any time I want it, but I think it's more fun this way.”

He chuckles, before spinning her backwards, her ass now pressed up against his crotch. She smirks at him through the mirror.

“How much time do we have?”

“Mm,” he shrugs. “A good ten minutes.”

“More than enough time.”

Her sweats and panties are pulled down, and he can't help but run his fingers through her slick folds, feeling how unbelievably wet she is.

“Fuck,” he mumbles before squatting down, stuffing his face in between her cheeks, burying his tongue in her.

Her hands find the countertop as she bites back her moans, rolling her hips against his face. He wildly licks her slit, before suckling her clit into his mouth.

“Please… that feels so good!” She quietly whines, reaching back to rub her fingers through his curls.

Her legs begin to shake as he wags his tongue against her, her grip on his hair tightening. Her soft panting is making him strain against his jeans.

“I'm g-gonna cum!” She whimpers, arching and gripping the back of his neck as she does just that, wetting up his nose and mouth with her juices.

He happily licked it up, standing up to yank his own bottoms down, groaning all in her ear as he stuffs himself inside of her, bottoming out. Her lips are pursed together tightly, thankfully muffling her gasp.

“Good ass pussy,” he lewdly moans.

Her eyes stay glued on their reflection, her mouth now agape as he taps that spot over and over again. The way she's squeezing around him feels heavenly.

“Fffuck,” she quietly moans, “hittin’ that fucking spot so good!”

“Yeah? This spot right here?” He taunts, smirking at the way her eyes rolled back, her lips sputtering out a yes.

One hand comes up to grip her neck, “say it again” spilling out of his mouth with a grunt.

“Yeah!— fuck, I'm c-cummin’!” She moans a bit louder than she meant to, quickly biting into her lip to muffle herself as her orgasm rushes through her. His strokes never cease.

“Mmhm, gimme that pussy,” he grunts, nearing his own peak as he gyrates into her, kissing the back of her neck.

“H-holy shit, babe,” she grits, biting down on her lip.

“So fucking close,” he grunts into her ear, digging a bit deeper inside.

She damn near draws blood from her lip by the time he's releasing inside of her, fingers bearing down on her hips, leaving bruises for her to admire later.

“You… are fucking incredible.” He rasps, as they laugh and catch their breaths.

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Eryn’s busy shuffling through the small crowd of people at the mall, when she bumps into a familiar face. Just the person she was hunting for, too.

“And, so we meet again.” Craig says, trying to hide the fact that he might have been laying low, afraid to face her.

She scoffs. “At least we see each other this time.”

“Baby E—”

“Nope.” She cuts him off. “That's the issue, right there. I'm not a baby, Craig. You can't keep doing this shit like I'm that same little girl you knew way back when!”

“Okay, okay, I hear you,” he holds his hands up in surrender. “I was in your business and I'm sorry.”

Eryn rolls her eyes before stepping around him, having no time for his tired apology. But he wasn't gonna stop, now that he'd started.

“Eryn, come on.” He says, walking after her.

“Nah, I'm cool. I don't have time for this.”

“For real? I'm tryna apologize to you—”

“Are you?” She stops and turns in his direction.

“Quit cuttin’ me off.”

“Stop saying stupid shit and maybe I'll refrain.” She spat, crossing her arms over her chest, making her many bracelets clink together.

He stares at her, holding his tongue because she was rightfully upset and now was not the time for banter.

“Look, I'm really sorry. I instantly regretted it after I said it. I even told him to relax on you cause maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. I know I shouldn't have done it, regardless. It's not my business.”

“No. It's not your business.” She frowns. “Had that man yelling at me like he'd lost his mind. I should kick your ass.”

“I know, I ain't mean to unleash all of that.”

She sucks her teeth. “Yeah, whatever. You wanted him to yell at me like he always does. That shit funny to you or something?”

“No!”

“Hm. Well, are we done here?” She asks.

“Uh yeah.. I guess? I don't think ima say anything to make you not mad at me.”

“No, you're not. Thanks for the apology, though. Just stay out of my business. I'm not your little sister.” She reminds him, before walking away.

“Damn.” Craig sadly mumbles before walking away with a hung head.

Her phone rings and she answers it with a bright smile. “Hey B, wassup?”

“I know you just left, but damn I miss you girl.” 

“Is that right? Maybe I'll swing back that way.”

“Yeah, why don't you do that. I got sumn for you when you get here.”

“If it's dick, you can keep it Brandon.” She laughs, and so does he.

“Come on, it's not like that. I actually got you something.”

“Mmhm, I'm on my way.”

Right after her heart to heart with Leon, she had a separate one with Brandon, in which she admitted her feelings and told him that they would unfortunately have to go their separate ways, to which he did not agree.

He had also developed a crush on her, in the time they had reconnected, and he wasn't gonna deny it just because his ex-best friend happened to be her brother.

He assured her that they would just have to talk it out. Said he was going to reach out to him personally, which she agreed and suggested that he should've done that in the first place, to which he agreed and apologized.

She was ready to face the music a second time, when the time came of course. But for right now, she was going to enjoy herself.

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“I haven't been home before six in so long,” Leon groans into the pillow, while Zora is perched on his lower back as she rubs her hands up and down his sore muscles.

“Getting off early is the best feeling, ain't it!” She laughs, moving up to his shoulder, rubbing his tense spots.

“Why are you so tense, baby?”

“I think I pulled something earlier,” he shrugs, instantly regretting it. Zora shakes her head like he can see her.

“Okay, relax..” she moves off of him, “sit up so I can get that knot out.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Moving behind his seated body, the natural heat between her thighs is warming his bare back. Her fingers relocate the knot in his left shoulder, working to relieve pressure.

His head lolls forward, his hands rubbing the sides of her thighs as she works her magic.

“Damn, that feels good.” He mumbles, eyes closed.

She smiles, dipping down to kiss the back of his neck. He was in pure bliss as her other hand reached for his other shoulder, kneading his skin like precious dough.

“What's the real reason why you're tense, Avery.” Zora asks again.

He sighs. “I don't know, I just feel like something’s going on.”

Her brows furrow. “With what or who?”

“Eryn.”

“Oh.”

“I know she's not a baby and she makes her own decisions. I just feel like… I don't know, I just don't like it.” He sighs again.

“Listen, baby. I know she's your sister and this isn't the ideal situation for either of you I'm sure, but she's gonna have to learn some things on her own. You can only guide her so much. You're only gonna give yourself a headache, worrying about that. I'm sure that if anything is going on, she'll tell you about it, just like she was about to the last time. Let her.”

“I hear you.”

“I'm serious, Avery.”

“I'll let her come to me. I hear you.” He repeats, turning his head to look back at her.

“Don't make me fight you.” She half jokes, mushing his head back in the other direction.

“Fight me naked?”

“That's our type of fight ain't it?” She snickers.

“Huh, you right.” He nods.

“Duh!” She replies without missing a beat, making him suck his teeth and laugh.

“Alright, you're kink free up here now. Please be more careful at work!” She scolds, still rubbing his left shoulder.

“I will, I promise. Now come lay with me.” He says, moving onto his back, and pulling her right down on top of him.

The covers fall over them as they snuggle up and rub their feet together. The heat was blasting through the vents, warming their cold bones right up.

“You think I need a space heater?” He asks, flipping through the channels.

“You be that cold at night?” She asks, drawing imaginary patterns on his right arm, already dozing off.

“Sometimes, yeah. I sleep with socks on like an old man, babe.” He stresses, making her tiredly laugh at him.

“Yeah, I'll get you one, then.”

“Oh, you don't have to do that.” He assures her.

“I want to. Don't fight me on it.” She playfully smacks his cheek, before sliding up to stuff her face into his neck, sighing contentedly.

“You comfy?” He asks, arms draped around her waist, rubbing circles into her hips as he begins to doze off, himself.

“So comfy.” She responds, before going super quiet, and ultimately falling asleep to his scent and the lull of his heartbeat.

Sometime later, after coming back from the bathroom, Leon slides back under the covers and kisses Zora’s forehead, softly laughing at her still being asleep.

Mindlessly scrolling through his phone, his eyes dart up to read the incoming message from Instagram. It was Brandon and he was ready to talk.

Tapping the message before it disappears, he taps across the screen and sends a message back, letting him know he was on his way.

“Z, baby,” he leans over to press kisses to her face, watching her stir slightly and reach out for him with her eyes still closed.

“I gotta head out real quick, baby.”

“Hm,” she stretches, rubbing her face, “where you goin’?”

“Gonna go chat with Brandon.” He simply says, making her eyes finally pop open.

“Before you start scolding me,” he continues, “I'm not gonna beat him up or yell or any of that. I'm going to hear him out, for real.”

She stares at him for a few seconds, before nodding and rubbing her eyes again. She was adorable when she'd just woken up from a nap.

“Okay, be careful. Where are you meeting him?” She asks.

“His crib.” He answers, still hovered over her.

“Okay. Call me when you get there.”

“Yes ma'am. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

It's finna get juicy!

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[ninebluehearts]

love me some whiskey, i want an angsty cant handle his feelings whiskey with the reader who is oblivious to it all

BESTIE I'M SCREAMING- YES. JUST YES.

Warnings: bad flirting and allusions to smut.

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December, 2015

If you were to tell you from six months ago that you were going to an official Statesmen Christmas dinner, you would've laughed right in your own face. But two weeks ago, as you were leaving the bar after a nine-hour long shift, you saw your brother Tequila leaning against your car with a great big grin on his face.

"There she is." He had said, holding his arms wide open for you.

You never saw your brother anymore; with him constantly traveling for work and you working long shifts at the bar and wherever else you could find work, there never seemed to be a good time to catch up with him.

"T!" You ran over and leaped into his arms, squeezing him as tight as you could. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in D.C. for the month?"

"Nope, this time it was only two weeks." Tequila pulled away from the hug, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a small, red envelope. "Plus, I have something for you."

You furrowed your brow, taking the envelope from him and examining it with suspicion. Written in cursive lettering across the front of it read, "Statesmen." You gently ran your thumb under the seam on the back, not wanting to damage the pretty red paper.

Inside was an invitation to the Statesmen Christmas party.

You gasped, staring at the invitation in shock. "T- How did you- but I thought-"

Tequila held up his hand. "I talked to Champ, and he finally agreed to let you come. He said that you've been trustworthy so far, so this is a chance to really show them you're gonna keep our secret safe."

A few years back, while you were in your later years of college, you had way too many drinks with your friends, who ended up stranding you at the bar with the bill.

Not knowing what to do, you called Tequila to come save you. He helped pay the bill and took you back to his house so you could sleep off the alcohol and he could keep an eye on you.

You woke up in the middle of the night, sick to your stomach. You wandered around his home, calling out his name while holding your stomach. In search for Tequila, you stubbled upon all of his spy gear that he had accidentally left sitting on his desk in his room.

You were really sick after that.

The leader of Stateesmen, Agent Champagne (AKA Champ), almost fired Tequila on the spot, but you swore you weren't going to tell anyone. And so far, you hadn't.

You reached over and gave Tequila another hug, a huge grin stuck on your lips. "You're the best T! Thank You!"

..

So here you are, two weeks later, walking into the most beautiful dining hall you've ever seen. Tequila immediately started introducing you to his coworkers, excited to finally be able to tell you stories and for you to know who he was talking about.

It wasn't long before Tequila got wrapped up in multiple conversations that were moving too quickly for you to keep up with, so you quietly slipped away from the group.

You glanced around the room for a moment, catching sight of the minibar in the corner of the room and making a beeline for it. You ordered a simple margarita, not even noticing the man sitting on the barstool beside you, until he let out a long, high-pitched whistle.

The man stood from his seat, leaning against the bar instead. "My god, what's a pretty thing like you doing here? I'm sure I've never seen you around; definitely would've remembered ya.."

You let out a little laugh, thanking the bartender for your drink before answering him. "You must be Agent Whiskey. Tequila told me to watch out for you."

"Oh yeah? What'd he say to watch out for?" He asked with a smirk, slightly raising his eyebrows.

"Wouldn't you like to know." You said with a smirk of your own, picking up your drink before heading back into the crowd to find your brother.

..

An hour later, Champ asked everyone to find their seats, signaling that dinner was about to begin. After a few minutes of looking at name tags, you and Tequila finally found your assigned seats at the table.

You sat down, beginning to smooth your black dress as Tequila pushed your chair in. When you glanced up from your lap, you caught sight of who was sitting in front of you.

Whiskey tipped the edge of his hat at you, his lips set in that same charming smirk as before. "Ma'am."

"Agent Whiskey." You draped your napkin across your lap, not even noticing Tequila's eyes flashing between you and Whiskey.

"I see you two have met." Tequila said, annoyance obvious in his tone.

"Not really. She ain't even told me her name yet."

"Oh, it's-"

"And she ain't going to." Tequila said with a growl. You knew Whiskey and Tequila didn't get along, but this was a bit excessive.

Whiskey held up his hands, not bothering to push the matter.

You held up your hand to the side of your face, mouthing your name to Whiskey without Tequila seeing.

Whiskey nodded, breathing out a laugh before taking a sip of his drink.

Soon after, the food was served, and all the other conversations died out as well. Every now and then you could feel Whiskey's eyes on you, his gaze just like a spotlight.

You finally looked up at him when you felt the familiar heaviness of his stare once again. This time you caught him, watching as his eyes widened before quickly looking down at his plate.

If you were being honest, if he was anybody else, you wouldn't have thought this behavior was so damn cute.

There was something about that sexy smile of his that made your heart skip several beats.

Before you could really think it through, you accidentally dropped your fork on the floor. Ducking under the table to retrieve it, you reached over and gently squeezed Whiskey's calf, holding back giggles when you heard him choke on his drink and start coughing.

Sitting back up straight in your seat- fork in hand- you saw just how red Whiskey's face was. You gave him a small, innocent smile, thinking he would find it funny as well. Hell, maybe even sexy.

But what you didn't expect was for Whiskey to glare at you.

You sank back into your chair, avoiding eye contact with everyone at the table. Had you misread his intentions? You could've sworn he was flirting with you..

Whiskey cleared his throat, excusing himself from the table. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes as he made his way towards the exit.

You sighed; a deep frown set on your face as you pushed your food around on your plate with your spoon. You didn't mean to upset him. You expected him to somehow flirt back; maybe slip you his number when Tequila wasn't looking. At least you never have to see him again. You didn't think you could look him in the eye after that.

Right after dinner, you asked Tequila to take you home. Not only were you still embarrassed, but you were exhausted. You had worked today, ending up having to race home in order to be ready on time before Tequila picked you up. You regretted not driving yourself, hating to pull him away so early in the night.

In the next room over, servants were setting up card games while the guests lined up at the bar. You and Tequila went around saying your goodbyes to his coworkers, noting that Whiskey was nowhere to be seen.

The last person you said goodbye to was Champ, who seemed disappointed that you were leaving so soon. "We were just about to start a game of poker though. Are you sure you don't wanna stick around for just one game?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just that I have to be up for work early tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, Tequila tells me you're a bartender?"

"Yeah, sometimes, but I'm kind of in between jobs at the moment."

Champ nodded. "Tequila also told me you're a writer?"

Your cheeks began to burn, smiling at Tequila with a murderous look in your eyes. Yes, you wrote a little in your free time, but you didn't think any of it was worth publishing.

"Sometimes; only in my free time, really."

"Interestin'.. Listen, we have some agents here that write down the bare minimum while taking notes. I mean, we have one that spells words so wrong that he can't even translate them later on when we need 'em." Both he and Tequlia began to laugh, obviously knowing exactly who he was talking about.

"What I'm saying is, I'd like to offer you a job. You'd translate the notes for us and maybe answer a few phone calls here and there."

"So, like an assistant?"

"Kind of, but you wouldn't be helping anyone in particular. You'd get your own office and you would get to attend certain meetings. What do ya say?"

"Don't think about it. Say yes." Tequila said, grinning like an idiot.

You let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of your head. A stable job did sound nice. Plus, you would get to work with your brother, so you would get to see him more often. "Sounds like I would be stupid if I said no."

"Great! I'll see you on Monday. You get home safe now." And just like that, he walked away, leaving you standing there in shock. You were going to work for The Statesmen.

"Isn't this great?" Tequila asked, gently pushing your shoulder. "You're gonna be awesome."

You didn't know why, but something didn't feel right about this; like you were forgetting something important. "Yeah, super awesome.." You mumbled, trying to figure out what was making your stomach turn so badly all of the sudden. And then it hit you.

You would have to work with Agent Whiskey too.

July, 2016

You've been working for Statesmen for seven months now, and it is everything you wanted and more. The work is mostly easy and interesting, your coworkers are nice, and the pay is amazing. Plus, you and Tequila are closer than ever since you get to see him on a regular basis again. The only problem was that Whiskey wasn't making things very easy for you.

You knew he hated you. Plain and simple. Always avoiding you, ignoring you, or walking out of the room you had just entered. You tried to get to know him better, delivering his paperwork to him directly, trying to make small talk in the halls, but no matter what you did, he would respond with as little words as possible and come up with strange excuses on why he had to go.

You have had it.

On Wednesday, you ended up working late due to the extra paperwork you took on from Ginger. You told her you'd do it for her so she could go home early and take care of her sick cat, Mr. Grump.

You didn't end up leaving until quarter after eleven, though everyone else had left around six. Or so you thought.

Walking down the hallway towards the exit, you couldn't help but notice that the lights in Whiskey's office were on. You thought it was strange, considering he was only in Kentucky once or twice a month and you hadn't heard anyone mention his arrival. So, if it wasn't him, then who was it?

You kept a knife in your bag for situations like this; just a small switchblade, but it got the job done. You set your bags on the ground, digging around for your knife before slowly approaching the office.

You pressed your back against the door, one hand holding the knife, the other on the doorknob. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the worst.

"One.. Two.." You whispered, about to say three, but suddenly the door was pulled open, making you drop to the floor with a yelp.

Looking down at you was Whiskey, a gun in hand. "Jesus.. What the hell are you doin' here?" He walked back towards his desk to pour himself another drink, not even offering you his hand to help you up.

"I work here. What are you doing here?" You pulled yourself back to your feet, shoving your knife into your pocket.

"I work here too, in case you've forgotten."

"How could I forget." You mumbled under your breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Look, I thought you were in Texas still. What are you doing back here? And so late."

"I don't see how that's any of your business." Whiskey sat back at his desk, resting his feet on a stack of paperwork.

You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to answer at this point. You turned around, ready to just go home and forget about all of this with the help of a bottle of wine.

"Well that's mighty rude of you; ignoring me like that."

You froze, something deep inside of you finally snapped, and there was no controlling it. "I'm rude?" You turned back around to face him, arms crossed over your chest, one hip leaned to the side. "Are you not the one who has barely said anything to me in the entire seven months I've worked here? Hell, you didn't even say happy birthday to me last week!"

Whiskey simply shrugged. "Happy birthday."

You blinked, shocked that someone could be this arrogant. "Goodnight, Agent Whiskey." You spat, turning around once again.

"Wait-" Whiskey stood up, walking around his desk to lean against the front. "I'm- Fuck.. Alright, I guess I might've been a bit rude at times.. But you haven't made it easy."

You glanced over your shoulder. "What?"

"Nothing. Forget I said anything."

You walked over to where he was standing, arms still firmly pressed against your chest. "No. What do you mean by that? Because last time I checked, I haven't been anything but nice to you.

Whiskey switched his weight from one foot to the other, glancing around the room to avoid looking at you. "Exactly. You're always so nice. Why?"

"Why not? It's not like you've really given me a reason not to. We work together. Might as well get along, ya know?" You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Listen.. If this is about the Christmas party, I'm sorry. I guess I just misread some signals-"

Whiskey laughed- he laughed right in your face.

"I'm sorry, is something funny?"

"Just how oblivious you actually are."

Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion. "Wha-"

Whiskey cut you off with a kiss, both of you shocked by his action.

You didn't know what to do. One minute he hates you, the next he's kissing you? All of this time, he's been ignoring you, avoiding you, hating you, because he liked you? Your head was spinning, so many thoughts and feelings ran through you so quickly it felt as though you couldn't breathe. And only then you realized- you liked him too.

Whiskey went to pull away, but you grabbed the edges of his jacket, pulling him back as you deepened the kiss. You were so relieved when he started kissing you back too.

When you finally did pull away, both of you stared at each other for a moment, soft pants escaping between your lips.

"So, I take it you feel the same?" Whiskey asked.

"Shut up and kiss me, Jack." And he did. Who knew that long night at the office could get even longer..

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Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader

Prompt: “You and I are going to make a blanket fort.” 

”Babe! You have to come over right now. Bring every blanket and pillow in your apartment. It’s important.” You heard Eddie say quickly after you answered the phone. Before you could say anything though, he hung up the phone. You were confused, what could be so important that also needed every pillow and blanket in your apartment?

You gathered what you could find, packed up your car, and drove to Eddie’s trailer, thankful that you had tonight and tomorrow off. You and Eddie met back in the 8th grade when you moved here, and you got together in your junior year after pinning for each other for years. You had graduated when Eddie was supposed to, but couldn’t afford to go to college so you worked in a record store a town over while he finished high school. 

You arrived quickly and Eddie was waiting for you out on the porch, a huge smile appeared on his face when he saw you. He ran up to open your door and leaned in to leave a wet kiss on your cheek, smiling against your skin when you laughed. “Hi baby.” You said happily. “You’re acting like you didn’t see me just last night.” 

“It felt like forever, sweetheart. I know I say it every day, but I hate when you’re away.” He said as he helped you out of your car and walked with you to the trunk.

“And I always say that you’re more than welcome to move in with me, honey.” You responded as you opened your trunk and started loading his arms up with the blankets.

“I know, and I want to, sweet thing.” He started, his eyebrows furrowed a little. “But I need a job, I’m not going to be a freeloader at your house.” He returned the pointed look you sent him. “I’ll graduate this year, get a job at the garage, and then it’ll be you and me every damn day. You won’t be able to get rid of me.” 

“Like I would want to.” You joked, knowing there was no use arguing with him as you had this conversation probably every other week. You grabbed the pillows, and followed Eddie into the trailer, closing your trunk on your way. “So what was so important that you needed all of these?” You looked around, noticing his living room was already filled with blankets and a few pillows. 

He dropped the blankets on the couch and turned to you with a large smile, “You and I are going to make a blanket fort, sweetheart.” He took the pillows from your arms and threw them on the couch as well before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. He buried his face in your neck and peppered your skin with light kisses, his long hair tickling you as it fell around his face. 

You smiled softly and raked your hand through his curls, humming softly at the feeling of his plush lips on your neck. “Important, you said.” You laughed, “I’m glad you didn’t call it an emergency this time.” 

“I learned my lesson last time, I never want to see you that mad ever again.” He chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, keeping you close in his arms. 

“I thought you were dying, I ran a red light to get here.” You laughed, shaking your head lightly. 

“That’s why I said it was important. Because every day with you is important.” He said with a cheeky smile. 

“God, sometimes you’re such a cheese ball Eddie Munson.” You teased before pressing a light kiss to his lips. 

“Only for you, sweetness.” He responded, a sweet look on his face as he met your eyes, distracted by their color for a moment, “Let’s build this fort. I got us all the Indiana Jones movies and ordered pizza.” He smiled brightly at you then left a quick kiss on your lips before he pulled away and grabbed a blanket from the couch to start unfolding it. 

The two of you built the fort, using the couch, the TV, and a few well placed chairs to keep the blankets up and placed the pillows on the floor and against the couch so you could sit comfortably. Eddie even draped a line of string lights through it to set the mood for the night. It was almost magical looking. “Behold our blanket kingdom!” He said dramatically when it was done, gesturing to the creation and smiling brightly at you as he grabbed your hand to pull you in. You both ate the pizza and watched the movies as you cuddled up with each other, laughing and joking all the way through. Each determined to make the other laugh the most.

About halfway through the last movie, Eddie had seemingly fallen asleep with his head in your lap, lulled into peaceful bliss from the way you ran your hand through his hair and lightly massaged his scalp. Your other hand was in both of his as he hugged it to his chest closely. You smiled down at him softly before leaning down and placing a feather light kiss to his forehead. “I love you, honey.” You whispered softly into his hair. 

“Hmmm I love you too, baby. Forever and ever.” He mumbled sleepily. A small tired smile graced his features as he brought your hand to his mouth to leave you a kiss of his own before he snuggled his face more into your stomach. He let out a small content hum into your shirt before falling asleep again, happily knowing that he was going to get to wake up in your arms again in this magical place you made together.

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[morganski-19]

I Don't Know Which Way's Home

Chapter 11: Holidays

ao3 link, Part 1, Part 10

Present Day, December 1986

“Why does your house look emptier than normal?” Robin asks, leaning on the kitchen counter.

“Probably because it’s not drowning in Christmas decorations like your house is,” Steve responds, pulling the frozen pizza out of the oven.

Robin cranes her neck to look in the doorway to the living room. Normally there would be a large tree sitting in front of the window, but this year there’s not. Steve thought about decorating, thought about doing something for the holidays. But so much has happened in the past few weeks that he just forgot. Or didn’t have time to think about it.

And when he did have time to think about it, he didn’t know what to do. He thought about asking Julie what she wanted to do but didn’t want to push. This was going to be a hard time for her, the first Christmas without her mom. Thanksgiving came and went without either of them noticing or saying something about it. Having just moved in, Julie was still adjusting, so Steve didn’t bring it up.

But now, there wasn’t really an excuse now. Steve should have asked. Should have asked what her mom used to do to make it feel like something was happening, instead of him just ignoring it. But the holidays were a sore subject for him too, and he tended to avoid it until it sprung on him. Buy gifts for his friends, expecting nothing in return, and then spend Christmas alone in his big house.

At least that’s how it went until Dustin called him on Christmas morning and practically dragged him out of the house to come spend it with him and his mom. It was nice having something to do. Something that was considered normal, a staple. And now this year he was invited to the Byers’ for Christmas Eve dinner.

Steve wanted to go, continue the little traditions he has made for himself. But then there was Julie. He didn’t know how she wanted to go about this. Or if she wanted to go to places where she barely knew the people there.

He just really needed to ask.

“Your house does look suffocating, and that’s coming from someone who’s uncle is a Catholic,” Eddie pipes in, trying to take a piece of the pizza but flinching away.

“I just pulled that out of the oven, give it a minute.”

Eddie flips him off gently, while trying again with his other hand. A knock comes from the front door, and Steve excuses himself to go answer it.

Nancy is on the other side, smiling. “Hey,” she says excitedly.

“Nance, welcome home,” Steve ushers her in and pulls her in for a hug. “I thought you were supposed to get back last week.”

“Yeah, I was, but I got held up at work. How’s it going? I haven’t been able to get a hold of you for a while.”

Steve rubs the back of his neck. “It’s been interesting. I’ll have to fill you in-.”

“Steve, who was at the,” Robin walks into the hallway. “Oh my god, Nancy, hi.” She runs up and almost tackles Nancy into a hug.

Eddie wanders into the hallway, confused. “Oh, hey Wheeler. Welcome back.”

“Thanks,” Nancy mumbles while Robin still squeezes her. When Robin pulls back, Nancy tries to lean in for a kiss, but Robin stops her.

“There’s someone else in the house,” she explains.

Nancy’s brows knit together. “Oh, are one of the kids here?”

“Something like that.” Steve fills in.

He hasn’t exactly talked to Nancy in a few months. The months where his life had news other than just general work things. Sure, he meant to call her, meant to fill her in. They became pretty close over the summer, forming a friendship after their weird past. But Nancy got busy, and so did he. So, the phone calls kind of dwindled.

Robin calls Nancy at least twice a week, but they started dating a month or so before Nancy went off to college, so it was expected. Steve just assumed that Robin would have filled her in, but he guesses not.

“Wait a second,” Eddie starts figure out.

Robin turns to Steve. “You seriously didn’t tell her?”

“It just didn’t come up, ok,” Steve loosely defends.

“Oh my god, you idiot,” Robin rolls her eyes at the same time Nancy says, “Tell me what?”

Julie opens her door and walks down the stairs, stopping halfway. Eyes immediately widening when she sees them standing in front of the door. “Oh, hi. Is something happening?”

“No, nothing,” Steve says before anyone can jump in. “There’s pizza in the kitchen if you want any.”

She nods, making her way down the rest of the stairs. “Ok,” she says super confused, giving Steve a questioning look. He makes a face of “I’ll explain it later,” and she shrugs and heads to the kitchen.

When he turns back to the group, Robin has her arms crossed, Nancy has a very confused face, and Eddie’s trying hard not to laugh. Nancy crosses her arms, mirroring Robin, and raising her eyebrows. Waiting for an explanation.

“So, you might have missed something big,” he starts to explain.

“You think,” Robin interrupts. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell her about Julie.”

Eddie’s attempts at not laughing starts to fail. Steve slaps him on the arm, looking for support, but Eddie just raises his hands in defeat.

Steve lets out a long sigh, turning back to Nancy. “That was my sister, Julie. She’s living with me right now.”

Nancy’s mouth drops as her eyebrows raise even higher. She turns to Robin, who just nods in conformation. “I’ve known you for four years, and you never told me you have a sister,” she finally says.

“In my defense, I didn’t know I had a sister until two months ago.”

“You have known for two months and didn’t tell me,” she says louder.

Eddie is full on laughing now, trying to calm himself down, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. Robin just rolls her eyes more, too tired of this.

“A lot of things were happening, and I haven’t talked to you in a while. I got a promotion, had to get custody of her. Went through a lot of the mental side of things and a bunch of realizations about my childhood. It was a lot.”

Nancy squints her eyes, taking everything in. “I guess I can forgive that. But you need to pick up my damn phone calls.”

“That’s fair.”

There was more that he wanted to talk to Nancy about, things that she would know. But he didn’t want Julie to overhear, not about this. He hasn’t yet told her about the decision to sue his parents, or really done anything other than say he wants to. A few days ago, he had told Eddie about it. Had a few more tears about it too. Each time he said it, it became more real.

Each time, a small weight was taken off his chest. Because someone finally knew. Knew what he went through, and believed him, wanted to stand by him during this fight. Cementing the fact that what happened to him wasn’t normal and shouldn’t be ignored.

Nancy was one of the first people who pointed out something that his parents did that was wrong. How parents don’t just forget to call on their child’s birthday, or don’t show up at all. That getting a card months later without an excuse wasn’t normal. She would be proud of him for standing up, and he wanted her to know. Just not now.

Steve finally invites Nancy in past the doorway, leading her into the kitchen and offering some food. Julie is sitting at her usual spot at the island, listening to music through her Walkman. She looks up when they walk in, pulling the headphones off, soft sounds of rock music coming through the speakers.

“Julie, this is my friend Nancy,” Steve introduces. “She’s back from school for break.”

Nancy smiles at Julie. “Nice to meet you. I see it now,” she says towards Steve. “She looks a little like you.

“Everyone says that, but I don’t see it,” Julie says. Steve just shrugs.

“I think it’s the eyes,” Eddie mumbles with a mouthful of food, finally able to eat his pizza.

Robin shrugs, “Or the hair.”

After eating, Julie heads back up to her room, leaving the rest of them to catch up. They talk for a while until Nancy has to get back home. Steve sees her out, stopping to talk to her before she leaves.

“How are you really doing, with all of this?” Nancy asks, slipping her coat back on. “I mean, finding out your dad had another kid, and then taking her in after all these years. That had to be hard.”

Steve swallows. “Yeah, it was. Not the taking her in part, that was easy. But it kind of opened my eyes a bit. Showed me how much my parents did, or didn’t do, I guess.”

Nancy softens her face, reaching out to rub Steve’s arm, comforting him. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m suing them,” Steve says, unable to keep it a secret. “For neglect. Since I’m over eighteen, it the only thing I can do to affect them now. And I want them to know, for a judge to make it real to them since it never was just coming from me.”

She gives him a sympathetic look, bringing him in for a hug. “Let me know if you need anything, I’ll happily be a witness against them. And call me, please. I love talking to Robin, but I don’t like hearing everything about you from her. You’re my friend too, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. See you later, Nance.”

. . .

Julie sits on her bed, music playing through her headphone as she writes in the journal placed on her lap. Finally writes in this journal again. Something about the past few days gave her the motivation to finish what she started. For symbolic purposes, if anything. But it was going well, and she turned the story to reflect how she was feeling now. It was helping.

She thought with the holiday coming up in a few days, she’d be a mess. Christmas was never a huge deal in her house, not for a few years. It was just a day that her mom took off work so they could spend the day together. Julie would get a few new clothes, maybe a new pair of shoes, and her mom would get a picture to go with the story that Julie had wrote for her birthday.

But instead of crying, she just sat in her bed and wrote. Poured all the feelings of the past months onto page, like old times. She hadn’t been able to write at all since October. Since the accident. How she missed the feeling of paper under pen. Of the worlds she crafted because her own was missing something.

Except this time, her worlds included someone new. Something new. Julie always brought new characters into her stories when she needed to. Always incorporated her own experiences into her characters. This time, her experiences required a new person.

There was a light tap on her bedroom door. Julie slides her headphones off her ears, resting them on her neck, and hits pause. She looks up at Steve, waiting for her to say that he can come him.

He always does that. Respecting that her room was hers, and that she might want privacy. Never entering if she didn’t want him to. It was annoying on days where she really didn’t care you came in. But on the days where seeing another person would just make everything worse, she appreciated it.

“What’s up,” she says, closing her journal with her pencil to mark her place, setting it off to the side.

Steve enters. “So, I don’t know where you’re standing with this week, with-. Y ou know.”

“You can say Christmas, Steve. I’m not going to fall apart at the word.”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, right. So, with Christmas, I don’t normally spend it here. The Byers’ have a Christmas eve party that we’ve been invited to, and for Christmas morning, I normally go over to the Henderson’s.”

Julie tries not to feel affected by the way he says it. Like it’s normal not to spend a holiday with other people’s families. There’s nothing really wrong with that. Only that he does it because his own parents don’t bother to show up to celebrate with him.

Every new thing she learns about them just makes her feel sorry for Steve. And then sorry that she feels sorry for him. He probably doesn’t want that. But she can’t help it.

“And I know you don’t know them that well, so I was going to ask if you wanted to go, or we say no.”

“But you said you go there every year?” Julie doesn’t want him to miss out just because of her. He should still be able to live his life.

Steve shrugs. “Yeah, but if you’re not comfortable to go, it’s not like I’m going to leave you alone.”

Julie takes a second to think. “I mean, I don’t know all of them sure. But I think I’ll be ok. It’s not like I don’t know them, and you hang out with them a lot. I’ll be seeing them a lot, so it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’d be honest if I wasn’t. You’re my brother and these people are your family, so I want to get to know them.”

Steve smiles. “Ok then. If it gets too overwhelming, just let me know, ok. We can always leave.”

Julie nods, opening her journal again as he closes her door.

. . .  

When Steve, Robin, and Julie pull up to the Byers’ house on Christmas Eve, it’s already packed. Noise hits Julie in the face when they walk through the door, the kids talking in the living room while the adults are mingling in the kitchen drinking some wine. A woman with brown hair and bangs comes over to greet them. Looking exhausted with an old apron tied around her.

“Steve, Robin honey. Good to see you.” She brings them both in for a hug, before turning to Julie. “And you must be Julie. It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you. You can call me Joyce, I’m Will and El’s mom.”

Before Julie can say anything, Joyce gives her a light hug. Julie doesn’t quite know what to, so she just gently returns it, awkwardly. It’s supposed to be welcoming, she knows. But it’s all too similar to something she knows and suddenly everything comes rushing back to the forefront of her mind.

Suddenly, she feels like crying again.

But she doesn’t because there are people here. This is a party. A happy one. It’s not meant to be ruined by a wave of unexplainable grief.

“I think El and Max are in her room, it’s a bit quieter in there,” Joyce says when she pulls away. “It’s all the way down the hall and to the left. Let me know if you need anything.”

She walks back to the kitchen, leaving Julie standing in the doorway. She shakes her head, telling herself that it’s ok. It was just a hug, that’s all it was.

“You ok?” Steve whispers, bumping into her shoulder gently.

Julie nods, promising not to ruin this for him. “Yeah. I’m just going to find Max, and Jane.”

“Ok, have fun. Remember, if it gets too bad, we can just leave, ok.”

She gives him a fake smile, nodding and heading through the crowd in the direction Joyce pointed her. She knocks gently on the last door on the left in the hallway, opening it to find Jane and Max talking. Jane jumps up when she sees Julie, running over and giving her a hug.

“Julie, I was hoping you would come.”

Max waves from where she sits on the floor. “Hi, Julie.”

“Hey,” Julie says, strained.

Jane’s smile falters slightly. “What’s wrong?” She pulls Julie into her room and shuts the door behind her, ushering Julie to sit down.

“Nothing,” Julie shakes her head. Blinking her eyes to get rid of the small line of water starting to build. “Your mom just gave me a hug, it’s nothing really.”

Jane sighs, smiling a bit. “Yeah, she does that.”

“She’s like a second mom to all of us, so it kind of always affects you.” Max adds. “You should have seen when she gave Steve a hug once, it was the first time I saw him almost cry.”

“I was just hoping that today was going to be a good day,” Julie half laughs, rubbing her sleeve on her cheek. “I’ve been having so many good days, guess I was due for a bad one.”

Jane reaches over and grabs Julie’s hand, comforting her with a small smile. She’s seen her do it with Max so many times, but she thought it was just them thing. But now that it happened, it’s comforting. Somewhere along the line, she was added into their friendship. It was nice.

“It is ok. I understand.” She pauses, thinking for a second before continuing. “Joyce is not my real mom. Or, what is that word?”

“Biological,” Max fills in.

“Right, biological. I met my biological mom once, she was frozen. Stuck in time. I could not be with her. My dad took me in, adopted me, and then Joyce took me in. I had so many good days, and bad days then. You cannot really choose when they happen, they just do. But you are safe here, with us. You do not have to pretend.”

Julie lets out a shaky breath. “I think I’m ok now. But thank you.”

There were more questions that Julie wanted to ask, but it didn’t feel right. The small story that Jane shared left blanks that were unfilled. Her past something that Julie still doesn’t know. Maybe she would sometime. But tonight was already sad enough, she wanted to move past it.

“Oh, who’s El?” Julie asks. “Joyce mentioned the name earlier.”

Max starts laughing, slowly followed by Jane. “I can’t believe we never told you.”

“It never came up,” Jane justifies.

“Jane is El. It’s a nickname.”

Julie makes a small o with her mouth. “Oh, ok. Can I ask why?”

“My middle name is Eleven, so it is short for that.”

“I’ve never heard that before,” Julie laughs. “But I guess that makes sense. Is it ok if I call you that too?”

El nods, smiling.

They three of them get back to talking, the cloud of gloom over Julie’s head slowly dissipating. It’s still there, but not as noticeable.

. . .

“You’re making that worried face again,” Eddie notices. “Calm down, she’s fine.”

Steve rolls his eyes, watching Julie as she sits and eats with the other kids. “Yeah, I know. I’m just making sure she’s not overwhelmed.”

“Anyone can be overwhelmed with those kids,” Robin adds, sitting down next to him with her food. “They are so chaotic when left to their own devices.”

“God, I know,” Steve sighs. “You think she’s ok though, after that moment when we came in.”

He noticed it, as small as it was. The small shift in her face when Joyce hugged her, the slight bit of water resting in her eyes. The same thing that happened to him the first time it he got one. Right after Star Court, when the government agents were asking everyone questions.

Steve was going around, making sure everyone was ok. The adrenaline still flowing through his veins and making his own pain go unnoticed. That and the rest of the drugs that were still in his system. He couldn’t stop moving. Not until Joyce, grieving Joyce, stopped him just to ask if he was ok. Gave him a hug that only made him aware of the fact that he’d be going to an empty house after all of this. Even if he ended up spending that night in a hospital room next to his best friend.

He knew how motherly Joyce’s hug were. Fitting for the kind person she was, and he loved getting the mother treatment from her. But with Julie, he wanted to make sure that she was ok.

“She’ll be fine. She went with El and Max afterward, if anyone can help her with that it’s them,” Robin comforts, and Steve knew it was true. He was happy that she started becoming friends with them. Growing a support system other than him.  

“What’s it like having someone else in the house now?” Nancy asks from across the table.

“It’s been an adjustment. A nice one, though. I’ve actually started to think about looking for a smaller place. Something just for the two of us, you know, that isn’t technically owned by my parents.”

Moving out has been in his mind for a while now. Obviously, he was never going to live with his parents forever. But for the past few years, it was convenient to be able to have a house he could live in rent free. Especially since he didn’t have a full-time job until a few months ago. It gave him a chance to breathe, recover from the years of terror.

But with the decision of going forward with suing his parents, getting kicked out was on the horizon. At least that’s what they would say about it. He was going to leave willingly, never looking back to that empty house. Leaving a shitty paint job in two of the bedrooms that will undoubtably thrown his mom into hysterics.

The thing that’s bothering him now, is that as soon as the paperwork is filed and his parents get word of it, they’ll come home. Do damage control, try and find a way to get the charges dropped. But he wasn’t budging. He’s not under their control anymore.

So, it’s ideal for him to find a place before getting everything started. But he needs to save up just a little bit more to get a place. Then, hopefully, with the payout of the case, he’d be able to support him and Julie for a while and try to get a better paying job. Maybe then he could get full custody of her too.

“That would be nice,” Nancy says. “There’s a bunch of availability now too, after everyone left. You might be able to find something cheap.”

“That’s what I’m hoping.”

. . .

Julie, El, and Max stayed with the rest of the group after dinner. The boys were playing some sort of game with El, while Max was making fun of them on the couch. Dustin wasn’t playing though, he was sitting next to Julie, distracted by something.

“Have you noticed something weird going on between Steve and Eddie,” he asks Julie, her taking a second to realize that he was talking to her.

She shrugs. “Not really. I mean I didn’t know them as long as you have.”

“Yeah, but you live with Steve. And him and Eddie hang out like, all the time now.” He looks back at them. “Something just seems off.”

Julie looks to where he is. Steve and Eddie talking off to the side. Huddled together, whispering. It’s not the weirdest thing she’s seen. The party is pretty loud, so they probably just want to hear each other.

“They look pretty normal to me,” she says.

“Yeah, but just wait, there. Right there when Eddie does the thing.”

The thing in question, is gently placing a hand on Steve’s side, whispering something directly into Steve’s ear. Making him stutter for a second and take a sip of his drink. It could be normal, just a thing between friends, but she’s not so sure anymore.

She wouldn’t have a problem if there was something going on in a “more than friends” way. There were worse problems in the world than care about who people loved. And it sort of made sense, from what she knew. Dustin seemed to be pressed about it, though.

“So, it could be a normal thing between them, you don’t know,” she defends. Worried that Dustin might have a problem with it.

Dustin pulls his attention away from them, facing Julie. “That’s the thing, I do. Even after spring break they weren’t like this. Well, kinda, it’s complicated. But like, a few months ago, something shifted between them and now they’re acting weird.”

“Would you have a problem with it, if there was something more happening?” Julie can feel her defenses rising, protecting. These people were Steve’s family, but he was hers too. She wasn’t going to let them say anything bad about him.

Dustin makes an offended face. “What no. I don’t really care as long as they’re happy. I just want to know.” He looks back over to them. “We’ve been through a lot together. I want them to know it’s ok to tell me about this, if it is that.”

Her defenses lower themselves again. She gently bumps her shoulder against his, getting his attention again. “If he ever tells me anything, I’ll let him know. I really don’t know more than you do.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. I’m glad he has you, you know. I always worried about him alone in that house, with no one around. He never wanted me to, the self-sacrificing idiot. But I was. It’s nice to know he has some actual family living with him now. Not just his stuffy piece of shit parents that are never around.”

“You know you really shouldn’t talk bad about people’s fathers in front of them,” Julie fake defends, before breaking out in a smile.

It takes a second for him to register that she did, before he starts laughing. “Well, it’s true.”

“Oh, I know it is.”

. . .

Steve says his final goodbyes to the people all piling out of the Byers’ house. Pulling out of the driveway to go drop Robin off at her house, and then head home for the night.

“Did you have a good time?” Steve asks.

Julie nods. “Yeah, it was fun. I finally learned Jane’s nickname is El. I can’t believe I’ve known her for months now and no one told me.”

Steve laughs. “Yeah, I saw the face you made when Joyce said it. You were so confused.”

“Hard not to be when she says a name I’ve never heard in my life, expecting me to know who she’s talking about.”

Julie’s smiling, laughing. He was expecting her to be overwhelmed with everything, but she seems fine. He feels the need to check in on her, make sure that the small moment she had at the beginning of the night didn’t affect anything. That she’s ok. But she’s so happy right now, he’d rather not bring it up.

“So, tomorrow,” Julie starts. “You said you normally go over to the Henderson’s.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “But we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“It’s ok if we go, I was just going to ask if we could go somewhere after.” She pauses, fiddling with her hands. “I was wondering if we could go visit my mom.”

Steve softens, pulling into the driveway. He parks the car, turning to look at her. “Yeah, we can go visit her.”

The next morning, they go to the Henderson’s for breakfast. Claudia welcoming them in with warm hugs, freshly made cinnamon rolls ready at the table. She asks Julie pretty much every question in the book, wanting to know everything about her. Making her feel at home as much as he does.

This place always felt more of a home than his own house did sometimes. He was never one to say no to Claudia’s dinner invites, after that one time where he did refuse, and she showed up on his doorstep with a lasagna in her hands. She was the only mother figure that he really had. Immediately taking him in as soon as she heard what it was really like in his home. She even started calling him and Dustin her boys. Because she loved them. She loved Steve.

When breakfast was over, Steve thanked Claudia for having them over, and excused the two of them. Accepting her hug goodbye and giving Dustin’s hair a good ruffle, warranting him an eye roll before a reluctant hug. Julie says her own goodbyes, getting her own hug from Claudia and an awkward fist bump from Dustin. They say their final goodbyes before leaving.

In the car, Julie pulls out a journal, holding it in her lab. Steve knows better than to ask about it, he recognizes the pattern on the front. It’s her mom’s journal. The one that Julie would give her every year with a new story.

He knew why she wanted to go.

When they get to the cemetery, Julie takes the lead. Leading him to the small grave where her mother lies. Rebecca Lawson, Loving Mother engraved on the stone.

“Can you give me a minute with her,” Julie asks quietly.

Steve nods. “I’ll be over on that bench if you need me, ok.”

She nods before sitting on the cold ground. The blades of grass still gleaming with the morning frost. Steve gives her space, going over to the bench a few feet away. Sitting, and waiting.

Julie opens the journal in her lap, presumably reading it to her mom. Taking a deep breath every so often, before continuing. The pages turning until the end. At the last page, Julie turns the book outward toward the grave, showing her mom the picture at the end.

He couldn’t hear it, and he didn’t want to. Julie’s stories were sacred, for her and her mom. It wasn’t right for him to eavesdrop. This was Julie’s moment, she’ll call him when she wants to.

When she does, it’s a simple turn to Steve and a wave of her hand. He goes over to her, sitting beside her. Her eyes puffy, and her nose red.

“This is Steve,” she says quietly. “He’s my brother, I met him a little after you left. I wish you two could meet each other, I think you’d like him. He’s nothing like his dad, if you’re worried. I can tell even if I never met him. I’m living with him now. It’s not like living with you, but nothing ever will be.”

She takes a shaky breath, trying to find the strength to finish. “I miss you. Every single day. But it’s getting better. I think I’ll always be a little sad that you’re gone, though. That you’re not here with me anymore. To see me graduate, go off to college. Maybe get married one day. I’ll miss you all the time. But I know wherever you are, you’re watching over me.”

She wipes away the tear rolling down her cheek. “I love you. And miss you. I know I already said that, but it’s true. I hope you liked the story, I thought it concluded everything well. I’m sorry I didn’t get it finished by your birthday, but I thought it would be ok to give it to you today instead. It was nice talking to you again. I’ll come visit you more often. And you don’t need to worry about me, I’m doing ok.”

After a moment, Julie leans her head on Steve’s shoulder, quietly asking for a hug. Steve wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I’m ok.”

For the next few minutes, they sit there. Steve giving her the time all the time she needs.

“Thank you for being here with me.”

Steve rubs her shoulder comfortingly. “You’re welcome.”

“I meant what I said, I think you two would really like each other. She would be happy that I’m here with you. And I know she would thank you for taking care of me.”

Tears start forming in his eyes without permission. After another minute, Julie pulls away, ready to leave. Steve pulls out his keys and hands them to her. “Go ahead, my legs fell asleep. I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

She snorts. “I’ve been sitting here longer, but ok.” She takes the keys, starting to walk along the path to the parking lot.

Steve turns to face the grave again, taking a deep breath. “You raised a great kid, I wish my dad was less of a dick head so I could have met her sooner. Sorry for cursing at your grave, but he deserves it.” He turns to look at Julie walking down the path. “I got her now, you don’t have to worry. Or do, I know how moms like you always will. But she’ll be ok. I’m not leaving her anytime soon.”

He slowly stands, heading down the path Julie’s on. Catching up to her as she gets to the parking lot. She smiles at him when they get into the car, probably knowing that his excuse was made up. Silently thanking him for taking the time to talk to her mom. It was important to her, and it was important to him.

When they get home, Steve heads to the living room and puts on the tv. Christmas movies filling the channels. Julie joins him, sitting on the other end of the couch with a blanket.

It’s the first Christmas where he didn’t feel alone. And the first where he knew that he would never truly be alone again.

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#stranger things #long lost/secret sibling #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #julie lawson #max mayfield #el hopper #dustin henderson #joyce byers #i don't know which ways home fic

[cocogrrrl]

can you write a fic of kyle taking care of a s/o with a cold. also love your writing so much!

- anon

sick days

when you tell your boyfriend, kyle, to not help your and your flu out, he happily disregards that.

kyle broflovski x gn!reader (references the wingmen, but isnt important overall i was just feeling silly) cws: being sick, being naked in a non sexual context, implied over working and hyper independence i think ?, also i think kyles become ooc at the end :( wc: 1954

an: not my proudest work but i mixed in a bunch of personal experience so it has heart definitely (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

You coddled up in your apartment, all weak and sickly. What you thought was just a light sneeze turned about to be so much worse.

It all started about the other day, Sunday night. You found your nose stuffy before you went to bed, but you didn’t much mind it. You were certain that it was just some glitch your body was having and, after some rest, you’d be alright.

How funny of you to think of that—because you didn’t end up feeling better the next day. In fact, you only got worse.

You still went to work despite your condition, for as much as you despised going to work, it still was important to you in spite of everything. I mean, it’s you are the only one who controls the future, and not going to work might mess up the rest of your life. While it is somewhat unrealistic and even negative to think of your work and life that way, it gets the job done.

Unfortunately for you, you only started to get worse that very day. Not only was your nose wholly blocked, but your body felt weaker, and your head hurt like hell.

“YN, are you okay?” Your best friend, Wendy asked.

You two were out on a dinner date. She was a mutual friend of yours and your boyfriend, Kyle. You met her during college, and she accidentally set you two up while on a date with her boyfriend (and Kyle’s best friend), Stan.

She had a very worried look on her face. “You’re all pale and stuff.” 

“I’m fine,” you sighed, words nasal because of your cold.

“Are you sure? I think I have some antihistamines. It’ll help you feel better.” She pouted, rubbing circles into your back. 

“Yeah, don’t sweat it. I’ll be fine. Thanks.”

You prayed to whatever god there was that you’d get better, but it seemed like they had other plans because if they wanted to help you, you definitely wouldn’t be lying in your bed right now—barely able to stand up because of your spinning head.

Now, it was the day after your dinner with Wendy. You were rotting in your bed at 9 AM. There was no way you were going to show up at work at this point, so you called in sick leave.

Despite your state, you luckily were able to reheat some food, so you could eat something, anything, and drink some decongestants and paracetamol to help your nose, head, and sores clear up.

The medicine will kick in later, though. For now, you had to deal with the congested feeling all the way from your chest to your head and the burning pain in your body. You swore the world shook for the time you were sick. You were slumped over your bed, body sore and unable to move more. The worst part about all this is that you couldn’t even sleep through your suffering. 

You sighed, checking your phone to distract yourself for now. Something had caught you off guard, though—a few messages from Kyle. 

boyfie kyle heyy are you okay?? i haven’t heard from you since yesterday

You felt guilty all of a sudden. You hadn’t seen him at all since you last hung out with him at his place last week. You haven’t told him you were sick, and you two planned to go out tomorrow. How could you be so forgetful?

You i could be doing better i’m pretty sure the cold i had the other day just mutated into the flu 😟

boyfie kyle wait i think stan mentioned that wendy told him she was worried about you being sick yesterday oh my god i’m so sorry

You huh why?

boyfie kyle i didn’t know you were sick so i couldn’t come and help you :(

You kylee it’s not your fault :<< i didnt really have the opportunity to tell you both of us were busy the past few days besides, i dont want you coming here to take care of me !! you might get sick as well i don’t want you to get sick and miss out on work :(

boyfie kyle wahhhh thank you lovee but that’s not stopping me 😇

You kyle nO you’re smarter than that >:///

You don’t receive a reply, even minutes after you sent your message. You assumed that he probably went back to paying attention to his work—which is what he should’ve been doing rather than worrying about you. Despite that, you were worried that he’d come later to take care of you.

It’s not like you didn’t want him to come. You really, really did. It’s just that you didn’t want to get him infected or overwhelmed with the task of taking care of you. Sure, you two have been together for some time now, about a little over a year, but you did still feel like you shouldn’t burden as wonderful as him. That would be selfish.

And then eventually, though, to your delight, you dozed off sooner than you thought.

————— ୨୧ —————

You ended up waking up to the tune of your door being knocked on. You checked the time. It was around 6 PM. Seemed like you slept the whole day. Not your best, but perhaps needed. Who was it at your door? You didn’t order anything in particular. Perhaps it was just someone who had the wrong address, or maybe your neighbor finally decided to return your mop.

Whoever it was, you put a mask on and shuffled all the way from your room to the door. Lo and behold, it was Kyle. He had a basket containing, what you could only assume, medicine, cooling and heating pads, tissues, and groceries.

You raised a brow at him, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to spend time with Kyle, you really didn’t want to be responsible for giving Kyle the flu and missing out on work.

You let out a huff. “Kyle, I told you to no-”

“I know, I know. You told me not to come, but I can’t just leave you alone.” He sighed, holding out the basket for you. “I’ll be alright, even if I get sick as well—cause then you can take care of me.” He snickered.

You found yourself laughing alongside him, lightly punching him on the arm as you rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you busy with work or something?” You asked, opening the door wider for him to enter.

You definitely tried playing it cool, not seeming desperate for him, but you knew you wanted him. You knew you wanted him right beside you to comfort you and whatnot.

“I mean, I kind of always am, but I’m more than willing to make time for you.” he chuckled. “Now, do you think you can set the table? I’ll cook dinner.” He said, setting down the groceries he brought on the countertop.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Totally.” You smiled, quickly bringing out some utensils and plates and then setting them on your table. “Do you need help with anything else?”

“Go set some background noise, then take a seat. I’ll handle the food.” He hummed.

It seems like he knew you a bit too well. He knew how obsessed you were with being occupied, how you always busied yourself up to make yourself believe you were productive. Even something as menial as setting music has you all happy to be able to do something than lie around. Perhaps it was best you were knocked out the whole day since you definitely would’ve spent the day loathing yourself for missing out on your job had you been awake.

You nodded and grabbed a CD of an album you two loved, slotting it in the player and hitting play. You took a seat by the table after, scrolling through your phone to distract yourself.

“Have you seen a doctor yet?” He asked, heating up a pot you had lying around as he threw in some herbs.

“Not yet. I was asleep from, like, 12 PM until you were knocking at the door.”

“Oh, well, do you want me to bring you tomorrow? I’m pretty sure I can get off work early tomorrow since I don’t have much to do.”

“No, it’s fine. I think I can do it myself.”

“Alright. I’ll visit you again tomorrow. Most likely the same time.”

“Huh, you miss me that much, then?” You teased, raising a brow—though he wouldn’t see it since his back was turned to you as he readied the food.

However, he suddenly turned to face you with a smug grin on his face. “Clearly, you don’t know me; I miss you all the time.”

You felt your heart rise at his comment. You shook it off, continuing the conversation with him. 

You two stirred idle discussion, not pegging many interesting things. Interesting wasn’t important to either of you two, though. You two felt happy and warm that mundane things, like small talk and washing the dishes, could and often did become special moments for you.

Dinner was served, and conversations were made as music played in the back. Other than the freshly cooked soup he gave you, another warm feeling started to boil up inside you.

Gratefulness, it was. You were grateful that Kyle was happy to take care of you. You were grateful because he sacrificed his work and time, a part of himself for you. Although, it’s understandable why you believed you would’ve been perfectly fine being left to your own devices. You were grateful for the fact that he tried at all. Call you the bare minimum, but you were just lucky to have him at all.

Kyle ended up clearing the table and dishes, but he did instruct you to run a bath—he was going to help you wash up. You felt a little guilty that he was doing so much for you, even if he was doing it out of love. You brushed it aside, though. This was something he wanted to do. You’re not responsible for it.

You stripped down naked, hopping into the tub. If you had to be honest, you felt embarrassed being seen like this. It wasn’t the first time he’s seen you without clothes, far from it, but it felt embarrassing for the reason that you were here because you needed help since your body was still very sore.

“I’m not hopping in with you, by the way,” he joked, rolling up his sleeves as he lathered up your shampoo and massaged it into your scalp. 

“Mhmmmm,” you hummed, indulging yourself in the feeling of his hand gently kneading your scalp.

It’s like time stopped for, when a brief moment, your soaped-up self met eyes with Kyle. Eyes lingered on each other, both confessing how deeply enamored they were with each other—showing how desperately they wanted to hold each other that moment.

Kyle leaned in for a split second, wiping off the shampoo on your forehead before planting a kiss on it. You were quick to stop him from going any further, though, moving your body away from him.

“You might get sick!”

“It’s okay if I get sick! Let me kiss youuu.” He whined, voice throaty as he gently pulled you closer by the chin. To which you shifted your body further away from him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” you giggled. “I care if you get sick, so no.”

“YN, at this rate, I probably have the flu in my system already.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Well, let’s still be safe, okay?” You gave him a smile, grabbing your showerhead to rinse your hair now.

“I guess you’re right.” He rolled his eyes, giggling at you as he helped you wash up.

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Lucas asks Billy if he can marry max

High school sweethearts one shot Billy Hargrove x female reader

During dinner you all grow concerned over Lucas who looks like he’s going to pass out from his nerves, wondering why he’s so worked up

Warnings: mentions of hospitals and so much fluff

A/N: I literally wrote this fic as soon as it entered my head as it was too cute not to write it. I’m so glad that people have been liking high school sweethearts enough for me to be able to create a series of one shots. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy.

“Well she’s finally down” Max gently sighed as she pulled a chair from under the dining table.

“Thanks Max for doing that, Kelly couldn’t stop talking about how she missed her auntie” you smiled at her as you dished a pile of pasta on to her plate. Finally sitting down on your seat next to Billy who pulled you close to his side, gently kissing your cheek as he complimented you on how delicious the meal looked.

“It was no problem, I love Kelly even when she makes me read good night moon for the one hundredth time” Max joked as she twirled the pasta on her fork, she lent into Lucas’s side nudging him with her elbow.

Lucas looked at Max with a questioning look as he watched her mouth turn into a crafty smile. He reached out for his glass, bringing it up to his lips weary about whatever his girlfriend is about to say.

“She’s so cute, she makes me want to have a kid”

Lucas spluttered and choked on his water, regretting to choose that exact moment to take a sip. His eyes grew wide as he processed what she had just said to him.

Billy’s eyes narrowed in an over protective manner, locking Max into his gaze. Biting his lip, trying to compose his words before he said the first thing that came to his mind. She was his little sister (still a kid in his eyes) there was no way in hell was she going to have a kid.

“Maxine no kids till you graduate college or even then! Actually don’t have kids till you’re married” Billy sternly spoke, drawing out each word so that she would get the message. His mouth slightly twitching as he brought his fork to his lips, forcefully swallowing the food down his throat.

Max cringed over Billy’s use of her full name, she rolled her eyes back at him as he was still holding his stern look.

“Okay dad I’ll wait till marriage” she sarcastically muttered back to him

“So Max and Lucas how is college?” You quickly chimed in, awkwardly laughing as you tried to defuse the atmosphere. Saving poor Lucas who was still frozen to the spot still in a complete state of shock over Max’s comment, you were pretty sure that he hadn’t even blinked yet still processing what the fuck just happened.

The rest of the meal ran smoothly, Max and Lucas updated you both about their lives since you last saw them at thanksgiving. Living in California sometimes felt isolating being so far away from Hawkins, but you loved your new life you built with Billy and having a beautiful daughter. Plus Max was only a phone call away.

You developed the unlikely friendship with Max during hospital trips to see Billy during high school. You gave her rides to the hospital, Max at first was standoffish, but could you really blame her? That poor kid has been through a lot in the first few years of moving to Hawkins, fighting monsters who came from god knows where, having an abusive step dad and watching as her own brother got possessed and nearly died. But slowly after a while she warmed up to you, Laughing as you both sang along to her cassettes that you let her play in the car. It wasn’t long before she started coming to you for advice and confiding in you about what had been bothering her that day, she soon saw you as the sister she never had.

This confused Billy at first in his heavily medicated induced haze, but seeing how you two got along warmed his heart.

This still continues to this day, Max will still call you weekly telling you about her life in college or asking you for relationship advice with Lucas.

She was overjoyed when she found out that you were pregnant and swore to be the best auntie to your child. Which explains why whenever Max is around Kelly is always attached to her hip.

“Billy can I talk to you?” Lucas nervously stuttered looking at the ground not daring to look him in the eyes.

“Sure?” Billy questioned as he watch the uneasiness wash over Lucas’s body as he started to shake with his nerves.

Billy got up and pushed his chair back under the table, he walked towards the living room door, his face stuck in a baffled expression confused to what Lucas was about to ask him? Especially in a different room away from Max, didn’t those two tell each other everything? So why was Lucas being so god damn suspicious?

Lucas quickly followed suit still shaking with nerves, the room started to feel like it was closing in as he started to feel queasy.

“Should I be worried?” Max asked you as the two men closed the door behind them.

You shrugged, shooting max a reassuring smile. But you too was asking yourself the same thing

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“What’s up?”

“Well erm I..” Lucas stuttered feeling sweat pool at the top of his brow. Was the room getting hotter?

“Spit it out kid” Billy looked at Lucas with concern as he started to look faint, his eyes couldn’t keep still as they switched from different areas of the room.

Lucas allowed himself to breathe, trying to compose himself before he asked Billy the second biggest question of his life.

“What I’m trying to say is that I love Max, I truly love her with all my heart. I’m mad about her, I honestly can’t picture a future without her in it, so I want to ask for her hand in marriage?” Lucas asked, finally looking Billy in his eyes. He nervously held his breath awaiting Billy’s response.

Billy’s face relaxed, he chuckled as his face grew into a warm smile. He crossed his arms trying his hardest not to sound too overjoyed for his little sister otherwise he would spoil the surprise.

“Of course”

Lucas released all the tension from his body as he sighed a breath of relief upon hearing Billy’s words.

“I can see how well you treat her and how happy she is when she’s with you. But as much as I like you Lucas, I have no problem with doing something stupid that Y/N won’t like if you ever do anything to hurt her”

“So what did you two talk about?” You asked when the guests left. Looking at Billy with suspicion as you brought the plates to the sink. You saw how visibly relieved Lucas looked when he reentered the room while Billy looked visibly overjoyed, they both pushed off all questions you and max asked them about their talk.

“Lucas asked if he could marry Max”

You pressed your hand over your mouth to muffle out a loud squeal to avoid waking up Kelly. Your lips grew into such a big smile that your cheeks started aching. You were so happy for them both, remembering the day Billy proposed to you.

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“Hello?”

“Y/N he proposed! Can you believe it? Oh my god I can’t stop shaking. I’m going to be Max Sinclair, oh my god!” Max squealed, her voice raising in pitch with each word, that you had to hold the phone away from your ear.

“I’m so happy for you max” you beamed feeling your heart swell over their young love

“ I wish you could see the ring Y/N it’s beautiful, I still can’t believe it”

You chuckled at her giddiness as it reminded you of how you felt when a beautiful diamond ring was placed upon your finger.

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“Well Max said yes”

“I knew she would, they’re both crazy about each other, reminds me of us” Billy smirked as he pressed his lips to yours into a soft gentle loving kiss.

“Looks like Max doesn’t need to wait much longer to have a baby” you joked laughing as you saw Billy groan, rolling his eyes at you.

“Y/N don’t even joke about that”

A/N: did I purposefully leave our details of the reader and Billy’s proposal just so I can write a one shot about it? I’ll never tell ;)

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